Chapter 28 - One Year of Someone Else’s KidneyThe transplant center invited Nia to her one-year donor follow-up.
One year.
She stared at the appointment reminder.
So much had happened that the surgery seemed both yesterday and another life.
Blood tests showed normal function in her remaining kidney.
Blood pressure excellent.
No major complications.
Rebecca Lane met her afterward.
“You look different.”
“Better lighting.”
Rebecca smiled.
“How are you?”
Nia considered the question.
“Good.”
No qualification.
Good.
They sat.
Nia told her a shortened version.
Divorce finalized.
Financial cases resolved or ongoing under court supervision.
Business stable.
Kiara had a baby.
“You’re an aunt?”
“Yes.”
“How does that feel?”
“Complicated and wonderful.”
Rebecca smiled.
“That sounds like family.”
Nia looked toward the transplant wing.
“Do you ever see Marcus?”
“I can’t discuss another patient’s care.”
“Right.”
Nia laughed.
“I forgot.”
Rebecca leaned forward.
“Do you regret donating?”
Nia had expected the question eventually.
For months, the answer had been yes.
Violently yes.
She looked down at her hands.
“I regret that I wasn’t told the truth.”
Rebecca waited.
“I regret that my choice was manipulated.”
“Yes.”
“I regret who he was being when I gave it.”
She breathed.
“But the actual kidney?”
Rebecca remained quiet.
Nia thought of Marcus at the park.
Ava in his arms.
His restored color.
The fact that a human being remained alive.
She did not have to love Marcus to value life.
“I don’t know if regret is the right word anymore.”
Rebecca nodded.
“What is?”
Nia thought.
“Grief.”
“For?”
“The choice I thought I was making.”
She looked up.
“I thought I was giving my husband a kidney inside a faithful marriage.”
Rebecca listened.
“That marriage didn’t exist the way I believed.”
“No.”
“But I still chose to save a person I loved.”
Nia’s voice steadied.
“That part is true.”
Rebecca smiled gently.
“Yes.”
Nia touched the scar beneath her blouse.
“I used to want the kidney back.”
“I remember.”
“I don’t anymore.”
Rebecca said nothing.
“I want the choice back.”
“That may be the part no one can return.”
“I know.”
The sentence no longer destroyed her.
After leaving the clinic, Nia received a message from Marcus.
One year today. My labs are good. I didn’t know whether I should say anything, but thank you.
Nia stared.
Then replied:
Take care of it.
Marcus:
I do. Every day.
Nia put the phone away.
No more needed.
That weekend, Evelyn hosted Ava’s first large family barbecue.
Ava was three months old.
Everyone fought over holding her.
Nia waited.
She had discovered that being the person who did not grab the baby immediately increased her popularity with exhausted parents.
Eventually Kiara placed Ava in her arms.
“You’re suspiciously calm.”
“I slept eight hours.”
“I hate you.”
Nia kissed Ava’s forehead.
Marcus arrived later.
He wore an ankle monitor beneath his pant leg during a period of home-confinement restrictions that allowed approved family visits.
Nobody commented.
Consequences did not require humiliation.
He held his daughter.
Fed her a bottle.
Changed her.
Nia watched from across the yard.
Simone appeared beside her.
“Weird?”
“Very.”
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
“You know what’s wild?”
“What?”
“You actually are.”
Nia smiled.
“Don’t sound surprised.”
“I watched you spend three weeks reading bank statements like the Zapruder film.”
“Fair.”
They laughed.
Kiara joined them.
Ava began crying from Marcus’s arms.
Kiara said, “She’s hungry again.”
Nia looked at her.
“You’re up.”
“I know.”
Kiara grinned.
The phrase had changed too.
No longer confession.
Just acknowledgment.
After sunset, Marcus approached Nia.
“Can I show you something?”
She raised an eyebrow.
“A photo.”
He opened his phone.
A screenshot from his transplant app.
Medication adherence.
One hundred percent over the past ninety days.
Nia looked at him.
“Are you asking for a sticker?”
Marcus laughed.
“No.”
“Then why show me?”
He became serious.
“Because the first night everything came out, you still pushed my medication toward me.”
Nia remembered.
“I was furious.”
“I know.”
“But you needed it.”
Marcus nodded.
“That moment bothers me.”
“Why?”
“Because you were still taking care of me while I was destroying you.”
Nia studied him.
“I wasn’t taking care of you.”
He frowned.
“I was refusing to weaponize your health.”
Marcus stared.
Nia continued.
“There’s a difference.”
His eyes filled.
“I understand.”
“Good.”
She handed the phone back.
“Now your medication is your job.”
“Yes.”
Marcus slipped the phone into his pocket.
“I hope someday you remember me as more than what I did.”
Nia looked across the yard.
Kiara laughing.
Evelyn dancing badly with Ava.
Simone stealing food.
“I already do.”
Marcus looked surprised.
Nia met his eyes.
“You were my husband for nine years. You were funny. You were ambitious. You helped build my company. You sat beside me when Mom died. You betrayed me. You defrauded me. You manipulated my donation.”
Marcus looked down.
“All of those things are you.”
His eyes filled.
“I don’t need to reduce you to a villain to leave you behind.”
Marcus nodded slowly.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me.”
“Why?”
“I’m doing it for me.”
Nia walked away.
Marcus stayed where he was.
Under the yard lights, Nia took Ava from Evelyn.
The baby gripped one of her fingers.
Nia smiled.
Her body had lost something a year ago.
Her life had lost even more afterward.
But standing there, Nia did not feel diminished.
She felt specific.
One kidney.
One scar.
One company.
One home.
One life no longer organized around rescuing people.
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