The morning mist held the bridge captive. My running slowed as my eyes settled on the jacket. It hung limply over the rail. A crumpled piece of paper was sticking halfway out of its pocket. Footless shoes and an unzipped backpack had been shoved sideways to the barrier. I looked over the railing and the waters below seemed deathly still.
My hand was shaking as I reached for the paper, not sure if it was due to the pounding of my heart or the reality of my suspicions. It was a letter from an Ivy League College of rejection.