I’m holding an extremely heavy trapeze bar with my right hand. My left is clinging for dear life to a guy wire. Any second now, the muscled man in tights behind me is going to yell “hep!” and I’m supposed to swing into the nothingness in front of me. As if! I’m up here because today is Trust Day. When Saundra told us about it earlier, I’d conjured up images of the kind of trust games I played at camp. You know, where you wear a blindfold and fall backward into the waiting arms of your bunkmates? Well, that’s what I thought was waiting for me. I never imagined that a few hours later I’d be up here in the stratosphere, about to jump. I’ve been in a bad mood since I woke up this morning. I’m in a bad mood because, for the first time since I got here, I’m feeling kind of guilty. Guilty about being in rehab. Guilty about the reason behind my burgeoning friendship with Amber.
