I didn't go home with Simon Howe. Instead, I wandered aimlessly along the bridge that spanned the river.

The sunset was beautiful today, with the twilight painting the sky red, but I was in no mood to appreciate it.

I leaned against the mottled railing, staring vacantly at the calm surface of the river.

People were taking pictures, a family of three was strolling hand in hand, but what about me?

What was I doing?

I asked myself, who in this world is enjoying happiness?

Certainly not me.

I stood on tiptoe and looked down. The bridge was really high, and the wind howled past my ears.

As I looked,...