To Brooklyn, With Love (Completed) - Finding You Book 2

Brooklyn

Lately, each day is longer than the last. Every moment that passes, every second, seems to bring more bad news. But today could be different.

Today, right now, we're about to find out if one of us is a match for Sophie's transplant. Sophie stayed back with Layla, so we could work out these scary details privately. 

Harrison sits beside me, holding my hand as it shakes in my lap. I'm completely terrified right now. I did something big, and I might regret it.

"You look sick, baby. Are you okay?" He asks.

I nod and swallow. I can't look him in the eyes. I might be the worst person he knows right now.

"Hello, Mr. Reid, Mrs. Black," Dr. Williams says as he enters the room and closes the door. "Great news," he smiles and we both let out a breath of relief, even before we know what it is.

"You're a match, Brooklyn," he smiles. "As you already know, you have the same blood type as your Sophie, but it's much more than that. The additional tests we ran on you indicate your HCL levels are the closest match out of anyone for your daughter, Ms. Black,"

Your daughter. Your daughter. The words repeat in my head over and over like a loop of the greatest and most devastating news I've ever received.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Williams. You must be mistaken. Something must be mixed up in your files, because Brooklyn isn't Sophie's mother," his smile is wild, upset as he looks from Dr. Williams to me. I swallow. I can't look at him. I can't stand what I've done.

I can feel the color draining from my face as Harrison's hand pulls out of mine. I feel his body stiffen beside me. Everything is in slow motion.

"Brooklyn?" Harrison says, confused and panic settles in the doctors eyes. He got something mixed up in the file, alright. The DNA results I asked for were to be privately disclosed to me at a later time so I could finally be honest with Harrison. Not here and definitely not like this.

"I'm sorry....I..." Dr. Williams blinks a few times. "Mr. Reid, you signed an agreement stating you would allow Ms. Black to be tested.

"No. I didn't," his voice is hard, rough. "You hand me a stack of papers to sign and date in order to try to save my daughter's life. You think I read them? You think I have the energy to do anything right now?" He barks.

Dr. Williams looks at me and quickly changes the subject. "Please stop at the desk and set up an appointment for the surgery if you choose to go in that direction,"

"And Mr. Reid," he swallows. "Sophie will need to be set up for chemo appointments for sometime in the next few days. This is an aggressive disease, and we need to be even more aggressive if we want to beat it. Please reach out with further questions."

I wonder if he understands what he's just done.

Harrison stands and walks across the room. I'm staring at my feet. I still can't look at him. I still can't process that Sophie is the little girl I gave away. That Harrison and I made her before we even knew each other. That she's ours.

He turns the knob of the door and leaves me alone in the room. He's pissed and I can't blame him. We drove together, but I won't be surprised if I walk to the lobby and he's already gone. I deserve this. I should've told him I wanted to be tested. I should've told him a long time ago that I had suspicions that I was her Mom. Instead, I took advantage of his misery and let him sign a document that he would otherwise never have signed.

I gather myself and head to the lobby. He's at the desk, making an appointment, so I stand back and wait to make mine. I can't imagine a scenario where this news would have been something he considered good, but especially not like this.