Oswald’s glade that Josephine Best and Adam Morgan were going up in the balloon, everyone stopped whatever they were doing and came running. No one wanted to hear about it secondhand. They all wanted to boast that they’d seen the ascent with their own eyes.Jo was too busy listening to Mr. Bordeaux’s instructions to notice how much of a commotion she and Adam were causing. The French Canadian told them both where to stand and what to do in case of an emergency. “Pray,” he said simply.Jo didn’t know if she liked that answer, but since he claimed to have twenty years of experience, she hoped he knew what he was doing. Knowing that Adam was going settled her nerves. No matter the outcome she trusted him to remain levelheaded, and she knew he trusted her to do the same.Braced on his stick, Adam stood beside her in the basket, and asked, “You ready?”She nodded. “Yes.”“Scared?”“Terrified,” she confessed.“Good. Fear will keep you alive. Had you said no, I would’ve called this whole thing off.”“Are you scared?”“Yes,”
