LABOR DAY, 3:25 A.M.

“Let’s play a game. How deep do you think this hole is?”

“That’s not a game, Sadie-Grace.”

“Not with that attitude, it’s not.”

“Seriously?”

“Come on. Please? How deep do you think this hole is?”

“Deep enough that it’s going to be a pain in the ass to climb out—if we even can.”

“Well, I’ve decided I like our chances. Because I’m an optimist, and I’m pretty good at giving boosts.”