After 99 Calls, I Dial Vengeance

Synopsis

After my seven-year-old son donated bone marrow to Lillian's child, he died on that cold operating table. While he was fading in my arms, I called Leonel, my husband, countless times, begging him to take my son to a better hospital, somewhere that could actually save him. On the very first call, he said coldly, "It's just a bone marrow donation. Why are you being so dramatic?" By the tenth call, he was comforting Lillian and snapping at me, "Enough. Stop using our son to manipulate me. I'm not staying in this marriage." By the ninety-ninth call, he didn't even pick up. He sent a voice message instead. "Silvia, are you insane? Lillian's child is trying to sleep. Call again, and I'll cut off Elliott's meds." I held my son as his breathing slipped away, sobbing so hard that I couldn't see straight. I murmured, "Elliott, I'm so sorry. I'll take you away from here. Right now."