What had finally pushed her over the edge tonight? I wondered. Not quite there yet, I listened to Jordan direct me to the right street where Carol was apparently standing high on the ledge of a church tower, ready to jump, if she had not done so already. His commands were like white noise in the background of my racing mind and my palpitating heartbeat. I followed his directions, but it was as if I was on auto-pilot with my driving skills to allow my emotions and brain to formulate the words I needed to say to talk Carol around. ‘Katie,’ Jordan urged, his voice loud enough to jerk me from my thoughts. ‘Turn right here!’ He pointed to the sign on the corner, and I turned the wheel, feeling more and more numb as the flashing emergency lights came into view. My mind played a juvenile game with me as we approached, seeing the red and blue lights through the gathering raindrops as ‘Carol jumped’ and after the windshield wipers cleared the colours, it was ‘Carol lives’ lights.
