They Forced Me to Save My Twin, But I Was Already Dying

The day I ran into my estranged family again, I was sitting under the bright lights of a professional photography studio, taking the very last portrait of my life.

My brother, Robert, walked in. A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face when he saw me.

"Maya, how can you still be in the mood to take photos?"

"Lily has leukemia. We drew straws, and you, as her twin sister, were chosen to save her."

My eyes didn't even flicker. I felt completely numb.

"I'm not doing it."

Ever since we were kids, whenever our family needed someone to make a sacrifice, they would "draw straws."