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”

Signed funeral papers.

Chose his suit.

Buried him.

That somehow made the betrayal worse.

I could not confront him.

Could not demand:

Why?

Could not make him look me in the eye and explain how he left one daughter hidden while coming home to read our son bedtime stories.