The doctors stopped using hopeful words after the third round of testing.

“We’re running out of options,” Dr. Bennett said quietly, folding his hands across the desk. “Your son needs a kidney soon.”I remember staring at the floor tiles because I couldn’t bear to look at my son, Ethan, sitting beside me in that oversized hospital chair. He was only sixteen, but months of dialysis had hollowed his cheeks and stolen the energy from his voice.