Every night he comes to the ledge. So far, he hasn't jumped. Sarah watches him from her window, unable to look away. Will tonight will be the night that his body hurtles through space and crashes to the ground in a failed attempt to fly? Standing between heaven and hell, life and death, eighteen-year-old Brendan massages the ledge, arms outstretched, contemplating suicide. Cutting isn't cutting it. Drugs can't numb the pain. His best friend is dead from suicide, and his wealthy parents are nothing like the polished image they show the rest of the world. Paige and Nate are watching from their fire escape, teetering on their own edge after a brutal rape has nearly shattered their relationship. Watching is one thing, but how they can stand by, knowing what they know and doing nothing about it? Three buildings. One city block. Three stories. One common thread.
