His eyes search mine as if he is trying to ascertain whether I’m telling the truth or not. Finally, I see relief flood his face, and he lets out a shuddering breath, lowering his head to rest it on my shoulder. “You scared the shit out of me. I thought for sure…”

He trails off, not finishing his sentence, as if the mere thought is too much for him to bear. I feel guilty. “I wasn’t going to drown myself, Noah. Things have just seemed so suffocating lately that I felt like I ...