"Madison?"
"Yes, Viglar?"
"Why is it so important for you to be a doctor? You are different from the others, you care about the patients more than getting paid."
Madison stared into the fire. She'd never talked about it since that day, her family knew why she wanted to be a doctor, why she worked so hard. Even they never talked about it. Suddenly she wanted to tell him. To share her guilt and shame with someone else. Her family had tried, at first, but she'd gone into hysterics and then didn't speak for months. Maybe if she talked about it, the ghost of the past would allow her some rest. She stared into the flames, at the two little girls skipping and playing in the swamp, believing life was good and would remain so.