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”

I drove there before remembering I had not even asked whether Maya wanted me.

I stopped in the parking lot.

Called Sarah.

“Should I come in?”

She asked Maya.

Then:

“She says yes.”

That mattered.