Chapter 74

After some time, when the pain settled and I was able to discern what the world was doing besides my grief, I could know exactly how Edward put an end to his life.

Daniel was really right. He needed psychological counseling, but he was already doing that. Since we broke up, he has been consulting with a doctor who accompanied me after the day he took his life. It was a great commotion what had happened, and many people sympathized to help me, to comfort me. Now I wasn't just a headline for my dead twin brother, I was the black widow of the Golden Gate Bridge, because another of the men I loved lost his life in the water below it.

It was a tremendous shock to be taken to the hospital after Edward's death, because I couldn't speak. I couldn't scream anymore. And I couldn't even breathe, because I fainted from the lack of oxygen. I went into shock. More than anything else that could have affected me that way. The death of Edward, right before my eye