“Then you know about the things I did back in Scranton?”
“Yes. That’s why I suggested the journal the first day of class. I knew you went nine months without talking. I didn’t want you to hold all that inside you. I know what you did after you were told about your parents’ accident, how you—” Laura stopped to clear her throat.
“You can say it. I jumped off a three-story building and splattered myself all over the parking lot like a watermelon.”
Laura shuddered. Suddenly she put her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around me. I could smell her hair. And I could feel her breath against my neck. We were so close I finally felt calm inside. And for the first time, I wanted to talk about that night I jumped. I wanted her to know exactly what happened. It was important to me that she und
