The Price of a Pulse

My family left me dying in the ER while they argued about the hospital bill. When my heart stopped for the third time, they walked out to grab dinner. But when the thunderous roar of rotor blades shook the windows at Mercy General and my billionaire husband’s helicopter landed in the parking lot, everything changed.

My name is Celeste Blackthorne. And if you think you know how this story ends, you’re about to discover that some betrayals run deeper than blood. And some love stories are written in the sky.

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What do you call family when they treat your life like a line item on a receipt?