The Kidney
by Hélène Vandermeer
I gave my husband a kidney. Two hundred and two days later, he left me. I thought that was the worst thing he could ever do to me. Then, one Sunday at the market, I saw who he had left me for.
I gave my husband a kidney. Two hundred and two days later, he left me. I thought that was the worst thing he could ever do to me. Then, one Sunday at the market, I saw who he had left me for.
