I climb the water tower as fast as I physically can with Beau on my heels. I climb for longer than I would have thought. This water tower is actually very tall. By the time we reach the top, I feel a little dizzy. I cling to the bars for a moment, almost afraid to look out.
But I wasn’t lying to Beau. I’m not afraid of anything, not even this height. So soon, I glance out over the view. It takes my breath away. The city is close. We can’t see the stars. But the car lights twinkle as stars would. The trees in the park rustle in the wind.
Beau sits down on the grate that wraps around the tower. He dangles his legs over the ledge and hooks his arms over the lower bar of the handrail. I mirror his position, coming to sit beside him.
For a long moment, we simply stare out at the view, sittin
