Enough to change how I understood my husband.

Enough to reveal a sister Caleb had chosen to know.

Enough to open a door.

Walking through that door remained my choice.

I am grateful I did.

Not because Maya replaced what I lost.

Because Maya became someone I would have wanted in my life even if Caleb’s heart had never reached her.

That is how I knew our relationship had become real.

EPILOGUE — THERE’S SOMETHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT HER

Before my nineteen-year-old son died, he told me he wanted to donate his organs if he could.