This spot. This spot was the one that Leila had been dreading since signing up for the tour. It was also the reason she'd decided to sign up in the first place.
How many months had they spent planning this trip? How many phone calls? How many weekend nights had she lain next to Jude, listening to the excitement in his voice when he talked about them climbing to the top of these cliffs? It was the one thing he'd been looking the most forward to. He'd wanted it so badly that she'd paid for a stupid membership at the rock-wall place near her parents' house so that she could brush up on her climbing and upper body strength and wouldn't let him down. Leila had never told him that. She'd wanted to surprise him with her kick-ass skills. Little, but fierce. She'd always wanted to make him proud that she was his girl.
And it wasn't right. It wasn't right that this was where he'd died. Where he and Jer had both been found, and——
Leila pressed a hand to her stomach, feigning (though not entirely) some sense of nausea or sea-sickness as she mumbled an excuse to Wes and headed for the bathroom on the boat. That's where she would have stayed until the tour reached Shipwreck Cove, and anyone who passed or tried to enter may have heard the uncontrollable sobbing from inside.