[Hazel]
An hour later...
The book sat heavy in my lap, its glossy cover almost mocking me with bright colors and a title that promised healing, hope, and a better tomorrow. It wasn’t something I would’ve chosen for myself. Not even close. I didn’t like the idea of someone else’s version of healing shoved between two covers. And I never liked self-help books. Especially not one like this. Reading about getting rid of suicidal thoughts was definitely not my thing — not really.
But Elijah had looked at me with those eyes — wide, pleading, full of a fear he hadn’t quite learned how to hide.
“It’s fun,” he’d said, pressing the book into my hands like it was some kind of gift. “You should try this.”
Fun.
Yeah, right.
Perfect way to describe a self-help book related to suicide helplines.
