Megel came out of the coma weak but alive. Her parents were hopeful. But on Saturday night, just as the world was starting to breathe again, the wind shifted. Her pulse dropped. Her breath slowed,her eyes distant. And Megel slipped away, quietly, like a final apology for trusting the wrong people too deeply.
In the end, the three of them died from one night of showing off, fueled by alcohol, arrogance, and speed. But Megel's death hurt differently. She had no wealth, no insurance, no safety net-just a borrowed seat beside privilege. She paid the highest price for riding with people who thought the road belonged to them.