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a way that won’t startle him. I’m within a couple of feet when I pretend to trip, going down on one knee, grabbing at the man’s arm as I fall.
    I’m hyperalert as my hand makes contact, and in a flash I feel overwhelming despair and sadness wash over me. It’s as if death is already too close. “I’m so sorry!” I say, putting both hands on the sidewalk to steady myself both from the fall and from the strength of his emotions.
    â€œAre you okay?” he asks, looking startled. He reaches down to help me up.
    â€œI think so,” I say. I look into his eyes behind thick black glasses, wondering what happened in his life that brought him to this place. “Are you?”
    He tilts his head and releases my arm. Instantly, the emotionsvanish. “Sure,” he says, a puzzled expression on his face. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
    â€œI just saw you standing here. And you looked a little sad.”
    He shakes his head and gives me a slight smile. “I was just admiring the view,” he says with a shrug, his voice betraying no emotion at all. “Not every day you get to stand on a bridge and look at such a beautiful city.”
    I begin to feel unsure of myself. Either he’s a really good liar or he really wasn’t planning to jump. “Right. Of course. It’s just that I—”
    â€œWhat’s going on, honey?” A thin woman with a camera around her neck walks up and slips her arm through his. She has on a purple knit hat that doesn’t look out of place up here, even though it’s June. I’m startled to see that he’s not alone. Why would he bring her here if he was going to jump?
    â€œNothing,” he says, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “This young lady tripped, and I was just helping her up.”
    I look back at the sidewalk at the imaginary crack that caused my fall. “He was.” I nod to the man. “Thanks. They should really fix that. Someone could get hurt.”
    â€œThat’s terrible,” the woman says with a frown, squinting down at the sidewalk. She smiles up at the man. It’s obvious she adores him. “I’m glad he could help.”
    â€œAre you sure you’re going to be okay now, miss?” the man asks.
    I have no idea what just happened here. He seems so stable now. Did I read him wrong? “I’m sure,” I say, giving him a wide smile that I don’t feel. “I’ll be fine.”
    â€œGreat,” he says. He pounds his fist twice on the railing andthen turns to walk back toward the San Francisco side, arm in arm with the woman.
    Janine squeezes my shoulder as they walk away. “Great job,” she whispers. “How did it feel?”
    â€œIt wasn’t
great
,” I say, frustration clouding any satisfaction I might have. “I don’t think I read him right at all. At first all I could feel was an overwhelming sadness, but then he just acted so normal.”
    â€œMaybe you were right,” Janine said. “And maybe by talking to him at the crucial moment, it passed. Sometimes people don’t want their problems solved. They just want to be seen.”
    I glance back at the couple. “Or maybe he’s just a tourist admiring the view.”
    â€œYou have a nice day,” the woman shouts over her shoulder, giving a little wave. As the sleeve of her jacket falls back, I see a clear plastic bracelet around her too-thin wrist. I look at the hat covering her head and see that there’s no hair peeking out from the bottom of it. It’s then that I understand—she’s the one who’s dying, not him.
    â€œYou too,” I shout back. Sometimes it sucks to be right.

Three
    â€œWhat time is Griffon picking Owen up at the airport?” Rayne asks as we dodge the crowds on Haight Street.
    â€œAbout an hour ago,” I say, digging around in my bag for my bus pass. We’ve spent the day hanging around