Nineteen Minutes

by Jodi Picoult

You couldn’t fight the injustice of fate; you could only suffer it and hope that one day it might be different.

Dead was dead. When you died, you did not get to come back and see what you were missing. You didn’t get to apologize. You didn’t get a second chance. Death wasn’t something you could control. In fact, it would always have the upper hand.

But true character showed when you could find something to love in a child everyone else hated.