Stealing My Mother’s Life, Pay It Back in Blood

Thirty-two years ago, my mother dragged the young heir of the Sterling family out of a crushed car during a violent landslide in the pouring rain.

Because of his rare blood type, she donated eight hundred milliliters of her own blood to save him.

Right after that night, she collapsed with a raging fever and stayed in a coma for three days.

When she finally woke up, the Sterlings' thank-you letter was gone. The jade heirloom they left for her was gone.

Even the identity of his savior had been stolen—claimed by her closest hometown friend, Brenda Yates.