Ardal
He’s looking at me in a way that makes me think he’s waiting for me to say something in particular. It’s not the first time in this conversation that I’m wondering what we’re really talking about - there’s a depth to it that’s only thinly veiled.
“It’s Erbao,” I say, feeling myself crumple as I do.
Kadeem’s face shifts rapidly to an expression of startled fear.
“He was born with kidney problems, but things are worse now. He’s gone into renal failure and had to start dialysis.”
Kadeem looks sick to his stomach. “I’m so sorry,” he says.
I nod grimly. “He’s doing okay. There’s a good chance he’ll be approved for an implant. As his mom, I’ll be a likely match, and then we can put this nightmare behind us.”
Kadeem gulps hard. “You’re planning on donating your kidney?”
“Of c
