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

had been Michael’s wife.

“So that’s why the company fell apart.”

I stared at Daniel’s name on the screen.

“You were sleeping with your partner’s wife? God, Daniel. That’s disgusting.”

I searched their names together.

An old address appeared.

Then a newer one.

“Found you.”

I grabbed my keys.

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Rebecca lived forty minutes away.

She opened the door and froze when she saw me.

“Laura?”

“So this is where you disappeared to.”

Her face went pale.

“How did you find me?”

“Michael.”

For the first time, fear crossed Rebecca’s face.

“Who told you that name?”

“Daniel’s mother.”

She shut her eyes.

“Of course.”

“What does that mean?”

Rebecca glanced behind her, then moved aside.

“You should come in.”

That frightened me more than having the door slammed in my face.

And what I discovered inside would prove almost everything I’d assumed was wrong.

She led me into the