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

“Laura…”

“Three hundred. Five hundred. A thousand. Sometimes more. Almost every month.”

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Almost everything I’d assumed was wrong.

“Yes.”

“And Lily was in Daniel’s will.”

Her eyes lifted.

“I saw her name after he died. His mother told me she was some distant cousin.”

“She told you that?”

Eighteen years.

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“You sound surprised.”

“I didn’t know what Daniel had told his family.”

“Well, I believed her. Until Ethan’s letter.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing and answer me.” I pushed the will toward her. “Was Lily Daniel’s daughter?”

You sound surprised.

Rebecca went quiet.

“Ethan wrote that Lily was Daniel’s daughter.”

Rebecca’s eyes dropped to the letter. “I know.”

“So tell me he was right.”

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“He knew she wasn’t.”

I stared at her. “What?”

Ethan wrote that Lily was Daniel’s daughter.

“By the time he wrote that letter, Ethan knew the truth.”

“Then why would he lie to me?”

“Because he wanted you to come looking for me.”

My anger flared. “He could’ve just told me.”

“No. He promised me he wouldn’t put the whole truth in that letter.”

He knew she wasn’t.

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“Why?”

Rebecca finally looked at me.

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