I donated bl00d to save my boyfriend after his friends told me he had been in a serious ac:cid:ent. As I was leaving the hospital, I heard someone behind a door say, “I can’t believe she fell for it again.”

I reminded him coldly. “That is simply a consequence of your actions.”

“My father cut off my allowance, Liam refuses to talk to me, and Scarlett moved to Europe,” he rambled desperately. “My entire life fell apart.”

“My graduation was ruined, my self-esteem was shattered, and my passion for dance was nearly destroyed,” I stated firmly. “For three years, you trained me to feel guilty for things I never did.”

“I am truly sorry, Chloe,” he finally whispered.

“Sorry for which of the ninety-six acts?” I asked quietly.

“For every