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”
Mom Number Two.
Maya called me Mrs.
Vance at first.
I hated it.
“Please call me anything else.”
“Caleb’s mom?”
I laughed.
“That’s technically accurate.”
