Before My 19-Year-Old Son Died, He Donated His Heart to an 18-Year-Old Girl—Then Her Mother Handed Me a Letter: “Mom, There’s Something You Need to Know About Her”

She began crying.

Neither of us had understood how much she feared owing me.

PART 45 — NO DEBT

I told Maya later:

“You do not owe me a certain kind of life.”

She looked confused.

“What?”

“You don’t have to become extraordinary because Caleb died.”

She stared.

“Okay.”