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The scream hurtled up to Ivy from the side of the cliff. Fear surged through her like an explosion. Sunny. Without thinking, Ivy acted, sprinting toward the edge of the ridge.
From the earliest moment of her daughter’s childhood, that cry of peril had always sent her running.
“Be careful,” Imani yelled, running behind her. “The cliff isn’t stable.”
Having grown up at the beach, Ivy knew that. Yet, she had to reach her daughter. She swung her flashlight ahead, seeking a solid-looking path.
“Sunny,” she called out. “Are you two there?”
Beside her, Imani cried out, too. “Jamir, Jamir. Are you here?”
Ivy crept to the edge through brush and rocks. Falling to her knees beside an old sign that read, Danger - No Trespassing, she shone her light into the dimness and looked over the edge.
