My stomach knots. “Are you scared of heights?” An earnest question. “No.” We look at the rock face. “So you’re afraid of…?” “Dying.” “I won’t let you die. Or get hurt.” I stare into his eyes and somehow know he means it. “Whenever you’re ready, let me know. I’ll make sure you’re safe.” “Good,” I say, heart pounding. “Let’s do it now.”
