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”

A brother.

For a few months.

Messages.

Jokes.

Hospital conversations.

A sketchbook.

Knowledge that one person from Richard’s other family did not hate her.

That mattered to Maya almost as much as the transplant.