Betrayal's Bitter Harvest

The anesthesia was a thick fog, but the voices cut through it.

"Is she going to be okay?" That was Mark, my boyfriend, a rising musician.

"She' ll be fine. She gave you a kidney, Mark, she can handle a little post-op pain." That was Jessica, his new manager.

My blood ran cold. A kidney. I' d donated a kidney to save his life, worked three jobs, sold my art, used family connections, all for his dream.

Then the words that shattered my world.

"She was a good stepping stone, Mark. She got you where you needed to be.