The cord strained my arms, back, legs. Even the boulder bracing me groaned as I pulled. Don’t let go. Don’t let go.
“Let go,” a bittersweet plea. Liam had never believed in my strength. Even now, he doubted my resolve.
tugged harder. He scrabbled for purchase, hindered by slick stone, ice
forming in crevices, pebbling on my skin, turning fingers brittle.
rope slipped. Liam’s gasp echoed off the canyon wall. Woven length
wrapped around my hand, cutting off feeling, I turned around and heaved.
He scrambled over the top, tears frozen.
“Next time, wear the goddamned safety harness.”