Saving Noah

by Lucinda Berry

“You really call swinging from our balcony dying with dignity?” The question flew out of my mouth without thinking. “Then help me, Mom. Please, help me.” His eyes begged for understanding, pleading with me. “Please.” It was at that moment that I decided I would.

But I shouldn’t have to keep paying, and other people definitely don’t need to keep being punished for what I’ve done and who I am.”