Analyzing the roof far above, I made sure everything was in place.

  Vision?

  I made a slight adjustment for optimal lighting. Check.

  Sound?

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  I shrugged. Not much to do about that. In other words, check.

  Energy?

  I noted my phone’s battery sitting well above 50%. Check.

  Energy?

  I switched the camera to look back at myself just long enough to confirm my suspicions. I was, in fact, beaming. Unkie Mikey always said I had his favorite smile in the world. Something Auntie-Don’t-Call-Me-Auntie Beth never even suggested. That’s how I knew it was true. And it felt good to look good. I liked looking good. I just wished… Whatever. Stay on target, Steph… Check.

  Completely unable to wait another moment, I waited anyway, staring at my phone for far too many consecutive seconds.

  Through to the man in the frame, standing far above. Alone on the edge of a 20-story building in downtown Manhattan.

  Then I got bored.

  Inhaling sharply, I yelled at the top of my lungs. “DO A FLIP!!!”