|Walking along the beach, Frazer Benedict makes a startling discovery. He finds a young woman, barely alive, without identification, and rushes her to hospital.
Grace Anders is so filled with despair and sadness she can no longer face the life stretching out endlessly before her. She resents those who saved her, particularly Frazer.
What could have happened to destroy Grace’s desire to live? Frazer doesn’t understand, but is determined to help and refuses to give up on Grace, even when she demands it. Can he show her how to live again and in the process discover the missing pieces in his own life?
“Good, you’re awake.” Frazer smiled at the woman as he approached her bed. “I’m very pleased to see it.”
Wide eyes looked at him suspiciously. “What’s it got to do with you whether I’m alive or dead? Who are you?” Her words were clipped and far from welcoming.
“I’m the man who saved you. I – ”
“You! You’re the one?” she cut in swiftly, her brows dragging together in an almost straight line. “Get out of here! I don’t want to speak to you. I didn’t want to be saved. You had no right. Go!”
He took a step back, her onslaught surprising him. “You truly think you had the right to kill yourself?” he asked, finding it difficult to keep his voice calm under the circumstances.
“Of course. What I do with it is my business. It’s my life, my body, and is no concern of yours.”
“You didn’t stop to think of anyone else? How it would affect them?” He simply could not comprehend her reasoning.
“There is no one else,” she spat. “There’s just me. And if I want to end it then why shouldn’t I? Why does some busybody have to stick his nose in?” She clapped her hand to her brow. “God, my head’s hurting. Just go will you. And don’t even think about coming back.”
But Frazer had no intention of leaving. He found it hard to believe there was not one single person who cared about her. For the moment, though, he was forced to accept she was speaking the truth. And his innate sense of right determined he should at least try to provide some sort of support.
“I’ll remain silent if that’s what you want, but I do think – ”
“I don’t want to hear what you’re thinking. I don’t want you here. Don’t you understand? Do I have to spell it out?” Her eyes, a very intense shade of green, flashed an anger he could not ignore.
“OK, I’ll leave, but rest assured I’ll be back. No one should lie in a hospital bed without visitors. If what you say is the truth then you need someone.”
“I don’t need you!” She deliberately closed her eyes and waited for him to walk away.
On the drive home he could not get her out of his mind. She was one very stubborn woman who truly needed help. And he wanted to give it her. Why, when it had nothing to do with him, he did not know. Maybe because he had found her and felt more than a little concern. She was far too young to be thinking about taking her own life. Something terrible must have happened to make her do it.
He knew he need only say the word to his psychologist friend and Martin would speak with her. But would she talk to him? It was doubtful in her present frame of mind. But perhaps when she was feeling better, when whatever drugs she had taken were no longer in her body, she would think differently.