They Stole My Daughter's Heart , So I Destroyed Them AllChapter 1
The day after my daughter died on the operating table, I went home to pack up her things. Without warning, a wave of nausea surged through me.
I stared at the two lines on the pregnancy test, and the tears I'd been holding back finally broke free.
I had just lost one child. Was this heaven's way of giving me another? Grief and disbelief crashed into each other inside my chest.
Her toys were still scattered around the house, as if they still held the warmth of her little fingers. I wanted to gather them all and bring them to my room, to keep something of her close.
But while I was moving things, I accidentally bumped the smart speaker. It had been her favorite. She used to record messages on it every day, telling me everything she'd done.
I played the last recording. I just wanted to hear her voice.
"Amber Fox is such an idiot. I tricked her into signing the surgical consent form. Once our baby is better, we'll take the money and start a new life together."
That wasn't my daughter's voice. I knew that voice better than almost any other. It was my adopted sister, Mabel Fox.
"Thank God the heart was a match for yours. Otherwise you'd both be dead, and if I lost you two, I wouldn't know how to go on." Then came the ragged breathing of my husband, Guy James.
The color drained from my face. I stood frozen, staring at the speaker on the nightstand, my legs nearly giving out beneath me.
I scraped together every last shred of composure I had and rushed back to the funeral. I was ready to confront them.
But the moment I arrived, Mabel walked in carrying a small bouquet of white chrysanthemums and a paper bag.
"Amber, I brought you a gift. I hope you won't be too sad."
The first item was Guy James's vasectomy certificate.
The second was a prenatal checkup report. Mabel Fox, three months pregnant.
"As for the third," she leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear, "it's the consent form for your daughter's heart transplant. Don't you remember? The contract you signed that night when you were drunk?"
My hands shook violently. I swayed on my feet and raised my hand to slap her across the face.
But before I could, my mother collapsed beside me with a heavy thud. I abandoned everything else and called an ambulance.
Looking at my mother's unconscious face, I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed the number.