“But that’s the old me. While I was in hospital I did some thinking. I’m not going to take anyone’s crap anymore.”
Francesca nodded, the late afternoon sunlight shining on her beautiful chestnut hair as she did so. “I think you’re going to be okay,” she said with a wink.
Bryan was of the same opinion. More changes were needed and he was going to make certain they were. For the moment he had put his plans to overdose again on hold. Getting sleeping tablets was something he could do anytime he needed to, but chatting to Francesca, getting his story out into the open, had been like therapy. Confession had filled him with a renewed energy. Taking his own life was something he had tried and failed, but more importantly it was something that was no longer a priority.
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