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tried to calculate how to climb up the almost sheer face to the next ledge and then up the slope of loose stones to the rim. I knew that my injured arm wouldn’t support me. The only other way to get off the ledge was …
    I stared down, trying to judge how the cliff led to the stream. It was a steep slope of outcrops, the ledge below me five feet away, the one after that twice as far. I didn’t want to think about the obstacles farther down.
    But the sun was already past the rim of the cliff. The bottom of the chasm was in shadow. Even though it was only late afternoon, darkness would come soon. The nearby mountains would block the sun earlier than I was used to. Once it was dark, I couldn’t hope to be rescued until morning.
    By then, I’d be dead.
    The pain of movement was excruciating as I eased the knapsack onto my back, lay on my stomach, and squirmed over the edge. I dangled as far as my good arm would allow, then dropped.
    The shock of landing jolted me to the bone. I almost fainted. Crawling over the side of the next outcrop, I ripped my shirt and scraped my chest. My lacerated knees showed through my torn jeans. Straining to control my emotions, I kept struggling downward. A few spots that looked impossible from above turned out to be deceptive, boulders acting like steps. Other spots that looked easy were terrifyingly difficult.
    Throughout, the light faded. As the stream’s roar grew closer, I descended with greater caution. Testing my footing, I almost fell when a boulder dislodged under my weight and rumbled to the bottom. While the dusk thickened, so did the vapor from the stream, beading my face, soaking my clothes, making me shiver harder. I remembered reading that victims of hypothermia become stupefied near the end, unaware of what’s around them. I fought to keep my thoughts clear.
    As it was, I struggled to the bottom before I realized it, nearly stepping into the raging current, so deadened by its thunder that I hadn’t been aware how close I was. Lurching back, I almost twisted my ankle. Unnerved by the surreal contrast between the blue sky above the chasm and the gathering dusk within it, I shifted along the roiling water with delicate care. Spray drenched me. As the chasm sloped toward its murky exit, I worried that I’d break a leg within sight of my escape. I made my way over slick rocks, gripping boulders for support, my mind and body so numbed that it took me a minute to understand that the object I leaned against was an aspen tree, not a boulder, that sunlight was angling toward me, that I’d left the chasm a while ago and now was stumbling through a forest.
    It’s almost over, I told myself. All I need to do is follow the stream through the trees to the lake. As my steps quickened, I imagined unlocking the car. I anticipated the relief of crawling in and starting the engine, of turning on the heater and feeling hot air blow over me as I changed into warm clothes from my suitcase.
    “Jason! Petey!”
    I lurched from the aspens to the edge of the lake and squinted through dimming sunlight toward the opposite side.
    My stomach sank when I saw that the car wasn’t there.
    Easily explained. Petey and Jason went for help, I thought. They’ll be back soon. All I have to do is crawl into the tent and try to get warm.
    The tent was also gone.
    “No!” The veins in my neck threatened to burst, but I couldn’t stop screaming. “
Noooo!
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16
    Denial’s an amazing emotion. During my descent, suspicions had nagged at me, but I’d managed to suppress them, too preoccupied with staying alive. Now I still kept trying to tell myself that I was wrong. After all, six hours previously, the possibility that my brother would push me off a cliff would have been unthinkable, especially given the load of guilt that I’d been carrying around.
    My God, what had Petey done with Jason?
    Furious, shivering so hard that my teeth clicked together, I yanked off my wet shirt, pulled my denim jacket from the