She gently stroked the pendant with her fingers.
“After my daughter’s death, I was never the same person again. I stopped taking care of myself. I started eating constantly. Some days, I couldn’t even get out of bed.”
Susan silently held her hand.
“But why are you going to Los Angeles?” I asked.
Linda took a deep breath.
“Because someone is waiting for me there. Someone I’ve never met.”
I was surprised.
She continued.
“After Emily died, I learned that a few months before the accident, she had registered as an organ donor. Because of her, a young woman was given another chance at life.”
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Linda burst into tears.
“That woman is thirty-four now. Her name is Rachel. For years, I refused to meet her. I couldn’t accept that my daughter was gone while someone else was still alive because of her.”
I felt tears gathering in my own eyes.