I'm falling, gazing up at the sky, so blue it's like an Insta-filter. The wind's whooshing past my ears, and I'm picking up speed. I've been free-falling for what feels like ages; I must be hundreds of feet high. No clue how I ended up in this crazy mess—all I can think about is the heavy sense of loss. Something super important slipped through my fingers, and it's gone for good. My fists are clenched,