“See for yourself,” Jacob said, stepping aside.
“Oh, wow.” The young reporter leaned down, her eyes widening. “It’s really beating.”
Jacob smiled at the look on her face. He glanced at the organ behind layers of glass and smiled even wider.
A beating heart. An artificial heart. And he had helped to create it, design it, mold it, and nurture it.
The reporter straightened and though she turned her head slightly towards him, her eyes remained on the heart. “How long has it been going?”
“Three days.”Read More Phantom Heart