Melanie fingered the piece of paper she held one last time. “Thank you for coming with me.”
Kayla touched her shoulder and nodded. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. The Rehab Committee actually considering doing things differently and better than they have been? What you’re doing is brave and wonderful.”
“You helped. You wrote this proposal with me.”
“Yes, but you’re presenting it and you have the evidence,” Kayla reminded her.
Melanie nodded and opened her “evidence,” reading it over before she would be presenting her case in a few minutes to the Rehab Committee. The words moved her as much today as they had months ago when she’d first seen them. They had been written by a young man expecting to die in a few hours, a man who obviously had no clue as to her real motives for taking h
