That brilliant kid who he'd felt weirdly connected to. The one who saved his baby daughter's life. The same kid he'd basically pushed into donating bone marrow. She was actually his own flesh and blood! The shock completely overwhelmed him. Gabriel looked up sharply: "I need to see her. Right now!" Hours passed. The sun went down and Gabriel still wasn't home. Mom was pacing around anxiously. Grandma was holding baby Grace, her voice shaky: "Do you think he knows everything?" That's when Gabriel walked in wearing his business suit, radiating pure ice-cold fury. Mom immediately rushed over: "Gabriel, where have you been? I was so worried..." Gabriel looked at her face and suddenly flashed back to that cold, stiff body in the hospital morgue. Disgust and agony hit him like a freight train. He instinctively shoved Mom away from him. Mom stumbled backward into the hallway table, staring at him in shock. Gabriel moved toward her step by step, his eyes blood-red, every word grinding out through clenched teeth: Tell me how you could do it. How?" 'How could you watch your own daughter die like that? What kind of monster does that to their own child?!" Mom saw the pure hatred in his eyes. The truth was finally out. After the initial panic wore off, this twisted sense of desperation and righteousness took over. "Yes, I'm a monster!" "But what was I supposed to do? HUH?! Gabriel, you tell me-how else was I gonna save Grace? Use your bone marrow? Use mine? Just let our baby die?" She stepped closer, tears mixed with crazy rage: "Her only purpose was to save Grace! You think you don't have her blood on them too?" Those words hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. His face went white and he staggered backward. She was right. His coldness, his neglect, his silent approval-he was part of what killed her. Gabriel looked at Mom. Those eyes that used to be warm and loving were now dead and filled with bottomless regret.