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”

“You don’t have to be.”

“I know.”

That was why I went.

Maya had been transferred from intensive care to a step-down unit.

When I walked in, she sat propped against pillows with a sketchbook across her knees.

Dark hair.

Thin face.

Large eyes.