What it is about
On my birthday, the first gift I received was a suicide note from my student, Michele. In the letter, she wrote that she was no longer innocent and felt ashamed of her past experiences. The person who assaulted her was my husband. Although I had doubts, saving her was the priority.
When the police and I arrived at the rooftop where Michele was, she was clinging tightly to the railing, her body swaying uncontrolably in the wind.
I rushed forward, trying to pull her up, “I will definitely make him cooperate with the investigation.
