But only for a second.

Sharp teeth clamp around my ankle, making me scream with pain, but also with relief, because I know without those teeth, I’d still be on my way to the bottom of this cliff.

I try to ignore the increasing pain in my ankle, knowing from the liquid sliding down my leg that I’m bleeding, as one slow inch at a time, I’m dragged backward.

Finally, with my body mostly on the ground, desperation takes over, giving me the strength I need to propel myself the rest of the ...