My mind was spinning. This was not simply an offer of money; it was a lifeline, a second chance at life. I thought about Mia, how her life could change, how I could provide her with stability and comfort, things that had been slipping further out of reach with every passing day. My thoughts raced back to the past months, the relentless march towards financial ruin, the departure of my husband who couldn’t cope with the strain, and the quiet desperation that had settled in my bones like an unwelcome guest.

“Why me?” I found myself asking, still grappling with disbelief. “I mean, why is my blood so important?”

Blackwood leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees. “Rh-Null is incredibly rare, as the doctor mentioned. It’s not just its scarcity; it’s how universally compatible it is, theoretically a universal donor for all other Rh-negative blood types. This makes it invaluable for certain medical procedures, especially in complex and critical cases.”

I nodded slowly, the weight of his words settling over me like a warm, strange comfort. The idea that something within me, something I had never given a second thought, could be of such profound importance to someone else was both humbling and empowering.

“Do I have time to think about it?” I asked, though deep down, I already knew my answer. The chance to reclaim control of my life, to stand on my own two feet again, was one I could not pass up.

“Of course,” Blackwood replied with a polite smile. “But given the urgency of the situation, we would appreciate a decision sooner rather than later. We can arrange for travel, accommodations, whatever you need.”

As he spoke, the image of a new beginning unfurled before me. I imagined selling my sister’s house, wiping away the remnants of a life that had crumbled, and starting anew somewhere far away. Somewhere Mia could breathe easier, where she didn’t have to worry about her mother scrounging for forty dollars just to keep them afloat.

“I’d like to help,” I said finally, my voice firm, decision made. “If my blood can save a life, and in return, I can save mine and my daughter’s… then yes, I want to do this.”

Blackwood offered his hand again, and this time, I shook it with purpose. As absurd as it seemed, a simple visit to a plasma donation center had turned into the chance of a lifetime. I walked out that day not with forty dollars, but with hope, a currency far more precious than any amount of money, ready to rewrite the story of my life.