““What's wrong?" I asked in a tiny voice, grasping for a piece of bookself to hold me up. His breath was still heavy. "This is a bad idea." Overwhelmed, I let my body slide towards the floor, until I sat crumpled on the dusty carpet. "Brody, treat me better than this-" I said. He didn't turn around; his shoulders rippled as he gripped the shelf. "It's dangerous," he said "We'll make it safe" He half-looked over his shoulder. "That's not what I'm talking about," he said.””
