“Yes,” Arthur said, his eyes filling with tears. “Emma treated me like a human being. Her kindness gave me the strength to rebuild my life.”
“Now she’s in terrible pain,” I sobbed. “The doctors have given up.”
“I know,” Arthur said gently. “Now I’m the CEO of a logistics company. I organized an experimental therapy in Switzerland, and I’ll pay for everything myself.”
“Everything?” I asked, shaking uncontrollably.
“The flights, the doctors, the accommodations,” he insisted. “Let me save her, just like she saved me.”
“Are you completely out of your mind?!” a harsh voice suddenly shouted from the hallway.
I whirled around, terrified.
It was Mark, my estranged ex-husband. He hadn’t visited us in over a year, ignoring our desperate pleas for help.
“Mark? What are you doing here?” I asked peremptorily.
“I’m still getting eviction notices from the landlord, Sarah!” Mark sneered, storming into the room. “I came to tell you to pack your bags. Who is this guy?”
“My name is Arthur. I’m here to help Emma.”
“Help her?” Mark laughed bitterly. “You’re a scammer. I can smell it from miles away.”
“He’s offering to send her to Switzerland!” I shouted at Mark. “He’s paying for a miracle!”
“Miracles don’t exist, Sarah,” Mark snapped. “There are only scammers trying to harvest organs or steal identities.”
