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”
“And he understood the risk.”
I looked down.
“What if I already am?”
“Then change how you relate to her.”
“How?”
“Learn things about Maya that have nothing to do with Caleb.”
Simple.
Difficult.
