“I don’t even know who it is.” A deep sobbing erupts inside of her. She wipes her eyes. “I f-feel like such a loser. But I can’t change the past. I can only change what is to come. Can I go with you? Just so I can figure out what I’m going to do with my life? I promise I won’t be a burden.”
Megan lifts her backpack onto her lap. She unzips one of the pockets, then digs out a check from a local auctioneer.
“I should have enough to help pay for my way.”