(1st POV)When I saw Jordan again, my mother was busy throwing salt over my shoulder to ward off bad luck.That day, someone had pushed me off the bridge, but a passing old fisherman, Alfred Richie, saved me.When he pulled me ashore, I was choking on water.Fortunately, I was still alive.I sat on the bank, struggling to catch my breath.The feeling of surviving a near-death experience made me extremely uneasy.I could no longer hold back and broke down crying.Alfred had watched me with concern, but his tone carried a sense of frustration mixed with disappointment.“Miss, you’re still so young. Whatever it is, it can’t be worth this.“Think about your parents. They’d be devastated if they knew.”I did not say anything, nor did I explain that someone had pushed me.But he was right.My father was gone, but my mother was still in the hospital waiting for me.Alfred handed me sixty dollars, enough for a cheap motel and to get my clothes washed. After that, I borrowed the
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