You're Too Late
“Don’t panic. Keith has already jumped, right? Once he’s back, I’ll have him get to you immediately.”
Anxiety gnawed at me as I questioned whether Keith had landed safely. He was my only hope— the most skilled one who could come back to save me.
With a faint glimmer of hope, I called him three times before someone finally picked up.
“Keith, please help me…” I cried, desperation creeping into my voice.
Before I could explain that my parachute was broken, he interrupted me.
“Are you pretending to be pregnant again, or is this another act?
“You’ve already done skydiving before at the park, and while the boys were so scared, you had a blast. Why are you being so dramatic?