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”
“No.”
She stopped.
I softened.
“That money was for Maya.”
“Richard funded it.”
“Yes.”
“That bothers you.”
“Everything about Richard bothers me right now.”
