Because she had an entire life before his heart ever entered her body.

And because someday, long after the hospital rooms and transplant anniversaries stop controlling every conversation, you may discover that you care about her for reasons that belong entirely to the two of you.

That happened.

Caleb’s heart is still beating.

I am grateful.

But when I look at Maya now, that is no longer the first thing I think.

I think:

She still hates coffee.