The sins of some men are quite evident, going before them to judgment; for others, their sins follow after.
1 Timothy 5:24
Standing out there on the Alaska Way Viaduct, with their car parked illegally beneath them, Summer started having second thoughts. The occasional car rushing by battered them with wind that reminded her frightfully of how she’d agreed to leap off this edifice with nothing but some thin layer or layers—she wasn’t sure what a parachute was really made of—of cloth between her and a gory death of being splattered on the sidewalk below. There was no sidewalk on the Viaduct; it was basically a two-storey freeway that wound along the Seattle waterfront. The view back towards Seattle was spectacular, the city’s lights glittering and shining, while before them the Puget Sound lapped against piers. Summer could see the twinkling lights along cruise ships and the lesser shine of container ships in the darkness.