Chapter Thirty-Five. Davina.
How the hell did I let Mars talk me into this? Oh, I know, his soft velvety Irish charm, and puppy dog eyes, that is how. My neck aches from craning looking up at the huge structure that is the Arial assault course, my heart pounding so fast in my chest I am at the point of feeling faint. I know my son is in a harness. I also know that his father is with him, yet still, my imagination conjures up every image of things going wrong, and my boy plummeting to his death.
I mean there is a lot to worry about here. What if the safety equipment fails? We have all heard tales of clasps or straps breaking. It is not a huge stretch of my imagination. What if Max gets scared? I mean I cannot go up there to help him. I am terrified of heights. I am an i***t. I should ha
