An hour later, the wind whips my hair around as I stand at the Erskine Bridge. I stare into the mist, the drop beneath me deadly but effective. All I need to do is step forward, and it all goes away. Chris can’t get me, because I’ll be dead. You’re fucking dead to me. I’m dead to me too. I’m not scared. It’ll make it all stop. I won’t be scared to go home. I can be with my baby girl.
