On May 18th, at 8:16 a.m., a little angel went to heaven. He donated his corneas, heart, and liver.
The recipient of the liver was a three-year-old child, and the transplant was performed by Leroy Bennett, starting at three in the afternoon and ending at eight in the evening.
At eight forty-nine, Leroy Bennett returned to his residence. He had left the Bennett family years earlier, and the house was bought in the second year of his work.
There was a person squatting at his doorstep, head buried, motionless.
Leroy Bennett knocked on the door, making a noise.
The person squatting on the ground lifted their head, eyes bloodshot, without a trace of an actress's glamour, smiling wretchedly, "You're finally back."
Shannon Evans had waited for six hours.
She stood up leaning against the wall, her feet so numb she couldn't move a step.
Leroy Bennett was cold to her, "Go back, and don't come here again."
