The rescuer froze for half a second.
Then everything became urgent.
“Okay. We’re getting you out. Do you understand me?”
I nodded again.
But before he could attach the harness, I grabbed his sleeve.
“My baby.”
“I know.”
“No.” My fingers tightened around his arm. “You don’t understand. My husband…”
I couldn’t finish.
The rescuer leaned closer.
“What about your husband?”
“He pushed me.”
The words seemed almost impossible to say aloud.
“He pushed me off the cliff.”
For a moment, the only sound was the helicopter beating against the storm.
The rescuer looked at me carefully.
Then his voice changed.
“Was anyone else there?”
I closed my eyes.
“A woman.”
“Who?”
“Ashley.”
His expression hardened.
“And your husband?”
“Michael.”
The rescuer glanced toward the ridge above us.
“Michael Carter?”
My heart stopped.
“How do you know his name?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he looked at the radio attached
