Bonnie ran her hand through my hair. It was becoming my favorite thing she did. “I’m on the transplant list, Cromwell. That’s all there is left to do. Right now I’m nowhere near the top.” A steely determination set in her brown eyes. “But I’m determined to get that heart. I’ve fought for years. And I am not giving up now.” She took my hand in hers and held on tightly. Her bottom lip shook. “I don’t want to die, Cromwell. I have too much to live for.”
