Violet

I was eighteen when Riley fell sick. One day she just collapsed, and by the next, the doctors were saying kidney failure.

Nobody saw it coming. Seeing Riley, the same girl who spent years tormenting me, lying pale and weak in a hospital bed was strange, and unsettling. I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel pity or emotionless.

A few days later, her mother came to me, and asked me to get tested. I still remember sitting there, waiting for the results. And when they told me I was a match, everything changed.

My aunt, who could hardly stand the sight of me, suddenly smiled when I...