This is about suicide, so if that’s not for you, skip this one. Witcher writes about her father in two different modes. The second half of this story is as direct and fearless as anything I’ve read.
As always, you are on your own. A bird lands on the railing of your 8th-story balcony. That’s it; you should fly. Your legs wobble as you perch next to the bird and you close your eyes before you leap to safety, just barely dodging the bullet of a lifetime of enemies.