Before falling too far, Tris is able to grab hold of a loose root hanging from the cliff’s edge. She can hear the waves crashing below her, creating a slick surface on the rocks. She tries to reach out and find another way to climb up, but she can’t find anything sturdy within her grasp.

“Help!” she screams, but she can’t hear herself over the thunder and crashing waves. “Please,” she begs, trying not to let her panic take over. “I don’t want to die like ...