She wasn't the most beutiful angel in heaven, nor the most intelligent. She had been a thief, hardly comparable to pretty, kind rich girls who filed in every day. They had never made wrong choices, and had never known hate. She had hated more deeply than they could ever know, and her life was a list of wrong choices. What made her different was her afterlife. At the very last, she had evened the scales. She was one of less than 20 who had been able to go back and fix what they had done. And in the end, Meg was welcomed in with opened arms.