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, and his wealthy parents are nothing like the polished image they show the rest of the world. Between his father's abuse and his mother's alcoholic neglect, their Manhattan penthouse feels more like a prison.

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?]

When they all start meeting in their everyday lives, things get complicated, turning a strange sort of night-time voyeurism into a day-to-day game of life and death. Can Brendan get past Tess’ death and find his own path forward? Can Sarah find the courage to confront him? Will Nate get to him in time?

This hauntingly beautiful coming of age tale will make you laugh, cry, rage and cheer as we realize we are all human, all fallible, and all prone to believe the lies we tell ourselves.

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