“Help! Help!”

The cry split the morning air near Blackwood Cliff, but no one in the quiet town could have predicted what was unfolding. A young man in a designer suit, polished shoes gleaming in the sunlight, slowly wheeled his frail, paralyzed mother toward the edge of the cliff. She wore nothing but a thin shawl to guard against the biting wind, her gray hair fluttering in the breeze. Continues…