Something Like Happy
SASHA GREENE
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019
Copyright © Sasha Greene 2019
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Source ISBN: 9780008325015
Ebook Edition © May 2019 ISBN: 9780008325008
Version: 2019-04-23
Table of Contents
To anyone who has thought they would never get through the day, but somehow managed.
You are amazing.
And in memory of all those who couldn’t.
Nick leaned over the grey stone parapet, considering the distance to the road below. It should be enough to kill him. His heart pounded at the thought, but it was the easiest way he could think of. One simple jump, and he’d be gone. And even if he didn’t succeed, at the very least he’d be in hospital, which would mean a blessed release from his daily grind and the ache of loneliness that wore him down.
He focused his gaze on the skyline and gripped the rough surface with his shaking hands. Easy peasy. All he had to do was close his eyes and jump. He went through the motions in his imagination. Early tomorrow would do it. Sunday morning was always deserted. He needed just a little more time to gather his courage.
It had to be tomorrow. There was no other choice. No way he could go back into that office on Monday morning.
When Jade saw the figure on the bridge, standing tall in his bright blue jacket, she thought at first he was looking at the scenery. But as she came closer, she saw his eyes were closed. White knuckles gripped on tightly to