Every Sunday morning and evening, Maddie spent time with her family at Kissler Baptist Church out on Highway 320. She was involved in the children’s choir and was a member of the church youth group. Maddie was good. I wasn’t. At only fourteen, I wasn’t sure I had a whole lot of good left in me. I’d seen too much hurt, experienced too much betrayal. Jaded and full of anger, I was the exact opposite of her. Still, despite our many differences, Maddie still cared about me.
