From Lurlene McDaniel, the bestselling author of young adult inspirational fiction, comes Heart to Heart . This emotionally charged novel explores loss, love, renewal, and the ways in which these complex bonds within families and between friends are tested at life's most challenging moments. Elowyn Eden and Kassey Messechek are best friends. They share every aspect of their lives. But one thing Elowyn has not yet shared with Kassey is that she checked the organ donor box on her newly acquired driver's license. Kassey only learns of this in a startling and devastating way—when Elowyn's life-giving donor wishes are about to be honored. Arabeth St. Clair has not had the luck to have a best friend. Due to her diseased heart, she's led a sheltered life. When Arabeth is sixteen, she and her mother receive the call that will change their lives—but they don't know to whom they should be forever grateful. When the worlds of these three girls and their families intersect, lives are changed in ways never imagined. Most especially, it is Kassey who sees things differently, for she can keep alive the memory of her dear friend by sharing the renewed life of another teenage girl, while helping to ease the pain of the two families involved and coming to terms with her own.  "A wrenching page-turner."— Booklist   "Woven into this emotional text are threads related to parent/child relationships, first loves and death and dying, which add depth and a sadness that is expertly tempered with hope and a love of life."— Kirkus Reviews   "Moves quickly and makes for a satisfying read. Give this to fans of McDaniel's work or anyone who enjoys a good cry."— SLJ Lurlene McDaniel is the foremost author of inspirational fiction for young adults. She lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee. 1   Kassey     Elowyn Eden and I became best friends.   We met the summer before were were going into seventh grade, when we were hospital roommates in the orthopedic wing, waiting for the same surgeon to fix broken bones. I'd busted up my arm playing volleyball (my favorite sport), and Elowyn had done a numberon her left leg skating. She asked me, "Are you scared?"   "About the operation? Not a bit," I said, then dropped my water pitcher because my hands were shaking so much I couldn't pour water into a cup. The pitcher splatted on the floor, and after we watched the water spread everywhere, Elowyn raised an imaginarymicrophone and said, "Cleanup on aisle four."   We started laughing and couldn't stop. Hours later, we'd talked ourselves hoarse, only stopping long enough to eat dinner. Elowyn and her parents had just moved from South Carolina to Alpharetta, a suburb of Atlanta and my hometown since Mom and Dad splitwhen I was three. Turned out Elowyn lived in a gated garden-home community five blocks over from our house. "So tell me what I'm facing at my new school," she demanded.   We were going to be in the same middle school, so I gave her an earful about who was who and what was what of the kids I knew would be our classmates. She took notes on a hospital napkin. That was so Elowyn--she made lists and took notes like nobody I'dever met. By the time we left the hospital, we were each wearing a cast signed with the other's name and phone number. She called first, and because I was more mobile than she was, Mom took me to her house a few days later.   Her room was awesome! Her mother--"Call me Terri, not Mrs. Eden," she insisted with a smile--was an artsy-craftsy type, and the whole house looked like something out of a decorating magazine, with lots of bright walls and piles of pretty pillows. Elowyn'sroom had hand-painted vines and fields of flowers growing up the walls. The room was blue and yellow, the flowers pale purple. My house was beige; my room seemed dreary. I'd hung posters, but the space was quite bland.   "It's supposed to be the French countryside," Elowyn said. "France is my favorite place in the world. So romantic. I'm going to Paris on my honeymoon."   "Are you getting married anytime soon?" I joked.   "Someday_._._._and he'll be so handsome. Maybe I'll meet a French exchange student and marry him."   I hadn't thought about getting married to anybody, much less someone from a particular country. I walked to the wall and touched the painted flowers. They looked so real. "What kind of flowers?"   "Lavender. Can't you just see whole fields of it? And I love the way it smells. It's my favorite perfume." She spritzed the air with a bottle from her dresser, and the scent was wonderful.   Elowyn seemed so grown-up to me. I didn't have a special fragrance except for the strawberry-scented shampoo I used. I kept looking around her perfect bedroom. "Your mom's talented."   "That's true. She's one of a kind, but it's my daddy who understands me best."   Elowyn's dad was a lawyer, a Southern man who said goofy things like "Don't get off the porch if you can't run with the big dogs" and "Wake up and smell the coffee." I didn't get the point of most