Before My Son Passed Away, He Donated His Heart to an 18-Year-Old Girl – After the Transplant,ad Her Mother Handed Me a Letter from My Son

I read Caleb’s sentence three times.

What happened between us began long before either family knew we were both running out of time.ad

My hands shook so badly the paper rattled.

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I looked at Emily’s mother.

“You said they knew each other.”

She nodded.

“My name is Laura Carter.”

Her voice trembled.

“Emily met Caleb almost a year ago.”

Almost a year.

That meant before Caleb collapsed.

Before the doctors.

Before I knew anything was wrong.

“How?”

Laura wiped her face.

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“At a hospital volunteer program.”

I stared at her.

“Caleb never volunteered at a hospital.”

“Yes, he did.”

The words hit harder than they should have.

Every Saturday, Caleb had told me he was working extra hours at a bookstore across town.

Apparently, that had been another lie.

Laura continued.

“Emily had already been diagnosed with severe cardiomyopathy. She was spending more and more time at the hospital.

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