Freda Carter had wanted for years to find out who had received her son John's heart, but hospital rules allowed her to be told only that the recipient was a teenager called Scott.
Last year she attended a memorial service for transplant donors. A young man called Scott gave a reading. She put two and two together and came up with four. Happy days for everyone.
The meeting took place in November, why it has surfaced only now is unclear. But that's probably beside the point.
The Carters live in Sunderland, Scott lives in North Shields, the transplant and the service took place in Newcastle.
Mrs Carter isn't psychic, as the Sun tells us. This isn't an 'of all the churches in all the world' chance-in-a-zillion story. It's one of a determined woman overcoming bureaucracy (in place, incidentally, for good reasons of privacy and emotional stability) to achieve her heart's desire (pun intended).
Let's hope that she can be content with this as her happy ending.