Charlotte’s POV
I stared down at Nora, my mind racing through every possible solution.
The stick wasn’t going to work. She was too frozen with fear to let go of the rocks. I could see her fingers turning white from how tightly she was gripping the stone, and her whole body was shaking.
I looked around frantically, searching for another option. A vine, maybe, or a rope, or anything I could use to loop around her small body so I could haul her back up. But there was nothing. Just rocks and trees and the sound of rushing water far below.
“Okay,” I muttered to myself, crawling closer to the edge. “Okay, Charlotte, think.”
The cliff face wasn’t completely vertical. There were cracks and outcroppings, places where I could potentially get a handhold or a foothold. If I was car
