My husband, Dan, used to tease me. « Most people feel safer with both feet on the ground. »
« Most people haven’t seen me walk in heels. »
« Fair point. You’re safer hanging from a cliff. »
I had no idea how it had ended up there.
Then everything changed. Dan died in a plane crash when I was six months pregnant.
I haven’t climbed since.
These days, I’m afraid of everything, even leaving Jack with my mother for a few hours.
I take occasional sewing jobs, but Dan’s savings ran out months ago.
You’re safer hanging from a cliff.
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