I'm going to tell you a story. It's the story of how I died. Now that might sound a little grim. But take notice of the fact that my death was the first of a series of events that ultimately made it possible for me to write my story down for you to read.
If that confuses you, keep reading. Eventually reason will submerge. If you think you've got it all figured out already, keep reading. You'll find yourself mistaken.
The first thing I have to tell you, for this to make any sense at all, is that my name never was, not once, Melinda.