“Help me! Help!”
Clinging to a post at the edge of the lookout, her body dangling over the side of the cliff, Charlotte Dean knew it was an almost sheer drop. And if she was lucky to miss the jutting rocks on the way down, the river would do little to cushion her fall.
She willed her aching fingers to stay gripped, but they hurt. Her shoulders screamed from holding her weight.
Think.
Think.Charlotte looked up to her hands around the metal post. It was bolted into concrete and wasn’t about to come loose. Could she lift herself enough to get an arm around the post? She sucked in air and tightened the muscles in her forearms.
Up. Her gaze picked a spot above her hands. That’s where she had to be. Up.
Fire in her arms.
One. Big. Chin-up.
One. Big. Chin-up.Pounding heart. All she could
