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.