She'd grown up fortunate and smart. She'd worked and saved and now used that money to help foster children that others might just toss away as hopeless.
Now and then her memory drifted to the Native American she tutored in junior high school.
She swore there were times she heard his voice. It was always filled with anger and pride.
When the voice abruptly broke into her present day, nothing would ever be the same again. Not for her, of the kids she was fostering.