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”
He went quiet when I said Sarah’s name.
“You knew.”
“Yes.”
My chest tightened.
“For how long?”
“Since shortly before Maya was born.”
“And you never told me.”
“I represented Richard.”