Damien Shaw

After waiting for the test results for a few hours, the doctor finally steps out. Imogene’s head snaps up, and my heart stutters in my chest. I stand before I can stop myself as the doctor approaches.

“Mr. Shaw, Mrs. Scott,” the doctor says. “The test results are in.”

Imogene’s breath catches beside me. My own chest tightens.

“You’re a perfect match, Mr. Shaw.”

For a moment, I don’t react. A perfect match. Relief hits me hard and fast. I let out a shaky breath, my knees suddenly weak. I glance at Imogene, and she’s staring at me, wide-eyed, like she can’t quite believe it.

I reach for...