I turn off the engine, and say, “Surprise.” “I thought . . .” Hanna’s voice wavers like she’s on the verge of crying again. “What?” I don’t let her finish. “Disappointed I’m not hiding out at some strip club?” My tone is harsher than I intend, but I can’t stand the crying. “Sort of,” she says, and sniffles. “Or that you were part of some secret spy ring.” I laugh. “Let’s go.” I lead her to the top of a narrow path that takes us to the bridge. It’s easy to miss. I drove by it the first couple of times I came. The trail is only wide enough for one person, so I go first. It switchbacks through bushes and thick trees. “I’ve never been down here,” Hanna says. I shine the light from my phone at Hanna’s feet. “Watch your step. There’s a big rock.” I reach out and take her hand to help her down. “Thank you.” She lets go as soon as she gets her footing. I kind of wish there were more rocks. I’m not used to having anyone with me, so I feel the pressure of being a tour guide.
