Chapter 8
“Cinderella, give me your hand.” Jeremiah offered his hand to me.
I accepted and he pulled me across the divide. I tried not to stare below, but I knew that if I fell that I would be dead. I balanced on my right leg and then fell forward into his arms safe.
“Come here.” He repositioned himself and directed me onto the branch in front of him. “There, you’ll have a better view.”
Jessica had settled herself on a bough to my right. She had wrapped her arms around parts of the trunk and stared out at the approaching castle in the clouds.
“What do you think that is?” I asked Jeremiah and leaned back into him.
He hesitated a moment before answering. “I don’t know, but may we talk?” He lowered his voice and maybe it was best that we couldn’t look into each other’s eyes. There would
