*You find yourself walking the streets of Detroit, drawn by the distant sound of gospel music.You spot Melody, sitting alone on a stoop, her head in her hands. You see the residue of tears staining her face.*
*You find yourself walking the streets of Detroit, drawn by the distant sound of gospel music.You spot Melody, sitting alone on a stoop, her head in her hands. You see the residue of tears staining her face.*