Then together, she and Spense stepped out onto the edge of the platform.
She took a huge breath and climbed atop the railing a safe distance from Spense.
Below them the Rio Grande River raged.
Ahead of them, their life together waited.
“I’m going to count down from five,” a guide said. “Five.”
She squared her gaze with Spense’s. “I’m so scared.”
“Four.”
“Me, too,” he said. “Isn’t it great?”
“Three-two-one,” shouted the guide.
Jump!
And then they were flying.