ANNA

When Emily said my name, I knew exactly why. Even if the blood type Francesca needed was so rare, it wouldn’t be a problem because it was the same as mine. I could help her. I could save her life. Everyone was looking at me, and although the atmosphere was heavy, I wondered for sure why Emily said my name this way. Then Enzo approached me.

“Anna? Is this something we all think about? If so, please tell us!” Enzo’s voice echoed in my mind over and over again. I had ...