“Alice!” Maeve shouted. “That ain’t fair!”
“She’s right,” Ashleigh said quietly. She swallowed and nodded, looking at Alice, who looked away.
“Ashleigh…” Maeve called sadly, wishing to comfort her friend.
“No,” Ashleigh shook her head with a smile. “Raj built that program with Caleb’s dream in mind. He gave it to me to help because he thought it was what Caleb would have wanted.”
“Didn’t it? Help, I mean?” Maeve asked.
“In some ways,” Ashleigh nodded. “But not the way it was meant to.”
Ashleigh took a deep breath.
“Caleb’s dream was to be able to help soldiers lost in the fog of war. To safely guide them through the pain and fear they were surrounded by. And eventually to lead them out of the suffering to a place where they could truly move forward.”
“A noble goal,” Maeve said.
“Yea,” Ashleigh nodded and sighed. “But I didn’t use it like that.”
“How do you mean?” Maeve asked.
Ashleigh looked down.
