Ilsa j bick6/23/2023 ![]() ![]() There was a whirring sensation, like the blast of a jet engine gushing through her skull, blowing her sky-high. Every muscle locked in a sudden, wholebody freeze, except for her head, which swelled and ballooned. ![]() And now her dad was daring her to jump from way up here? For fun?Ĭan’t do this, I can’t. Not only was she the only one to freeze and then slip she came this close to wetting her pants. Stephanie’s birthday party last month? The indoor climbing wall? Mistaaake. ” She meant to say okay, but her teeth chattered. “Jump to me, sweetheart! Just remember, feet first and you’ll be fine!” ![]() “Come on, you can do this, honey!” She could see the white flash of his grin-a tanned, muscular, bluff, and confident man, who carried her on his shoulders and boomed out songs. Her dad, who’d gone first with a whoop and a leap, was only a dot. Standing at the cliff ’s edge, her monkey-thin toes gripping rough basalt, she looked down past her new emerald green bathing suit, felt her stomach drop, and thought, Seriously? That cove looked pretty puny. Although hot sun splashed her shoulders, her bare arms and legs were sandpapery with gooseflesh because the wind skimming Superior was, even in June, still very cold-and she was also, frankly, freaked out. She remembered that the air was laced with the scent of wild lilacs and early honeysuckle. That happened when she was nine and took a wild leap from Blackrocks Cliff off Presque Isle into the deep sapphire-blue of Lake Superior. ALEX had fallen like this only once in her life. ![]()
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