After An Affair, We Lived As Strangers For Eighteen Years—Until One Doctor’s Visit

“Are you absolutely certain regarding your blood types?” the doctor asked carefully.

“I…” Michael’s voice was barely a whisper. “Yes. I’ve donated blood for twenty years. O Positive.”

“We need a Type B donor immediately!” a nurse shouted urgently from the doorway.

“I’m B Negative!” Sarah cried out, her voice breaking. “I’m B Negative! Take mine! Please!continue reading …