One More Step, Emily—The Terrifying Truth Behind His Perfect Vacation
Ryan held up the camera and smiled.
"A little closer to the edge, Emily. The view is incredible."
I forced a laugh, but my eyes drifted to the jagged rocks below.
They looked like giant teeth waiting at the bottom of the cliff.
"I don't feel safe," I admitted quietly. "Let's just go back to the hotel."
"Oh, come on," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "You trust me, don't you?"
I did.
Or at least, I thought I did.
The wind whipped through my hair as I took one cautious step forward.
Then another.
Far below, waves exploded against the rocks, sending white spray high into the air.
"Like this?" I asked.
Ryan didn't answer.
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He slowly lowered the camera from his face...
and smiled.