I hold onto Beau as he drives the motorcycle up the side of the mountain once more. He’s driving as fast as before, but not quite as recklessly. Or maybe I’m just too numb. I don’t feel the same excitement as before, or the same fear. I’m only worried about Neil.
Instead of descending down the other side of the mountain into the valley like we did the night before, Beau veers off the main road and starts down a much smaller, single lane road. His moves are well-practiced, though, like he’s been this way before, so I don’t question it.
We drive through the trees for a while, then stop at a clearing. No – a cliff.
Beau parts the bike and we get off of it. I hand him the helmet and he affixes both to the bike. While he’s doing that, I start toward the cliff a little, just enough to better
