My Dad's Secret Daughter

It was Christmas Eve, and I was temporarily called in to cover for a colleague at the blood draw station.

Suddenly, a little girl cut into the line, her accompanying middle-aged father, masked, quietly urged, "Excuse us, my daughter's in a hurry."

Seeing no one behind objected, I proceeded to verify their information.

"Is this the bone marrow matching sample for Zoe Davies?"

The girl obediently extended her arm, but the man suddenly reached out, blocking the needle. "Wait, we're not doing it today."