“Just do it, then! Jump!”

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, a cold, hard challenge thrown at the woman I loved. I thought it was another one of her games, another desperate performance to twist me around her finger. Antalya stood on the cliff's edge, the wind whipping her dark hair like a flag of surrender. Her pain seemed so theatrical.

She’s just manipulating me again. She has to be.

But then her voice broke, a raw, shattered thing that cut through the sea ...