My Last Name Is My Own

Seven years after I vanished, my brother found me. Not through some private investigator, but on the organ donor registry.

“Where is this person?”

He asked the nurse.

“On the 12th floor, in the palliative care ward. She’s scheduled for surgery tomorrow.”

His face a thundercloud, he stormed upstairs and burst into my room.

“Aurora!”

I looked up at him and smiled calmly.

“You must have the wrong person, Adrian. My name is Serena, not Aurora.”

He walked closer to the bed, his voice stiff.

“Come home with me. Apologize to Willow, and I’ll get you the best doctors money can buy…”