The Heart Thief

Summary

The third day my son was missing was the day my rival’s daughter got her new heart.

Bianca flaunted it, beaming at me, so sure her daughter was destined for a long and happy life. But all I could see was the memory of her eyes, a venomous glint as she once stared at my son’s chest.

I had to know. I had to know who the donor was. I became a woman possessed.

My husband, a man who valued his public image above all else, was furious. He thought my frantic questions in the hospital hallway were a public disgrace, hissing that I was a lunatic.