She even beat security to the punch, barely. According to the police report, she shimmied up the old fire escape and pulled herself onto the clock tower ledge. The wind was fierce that day. She must have held on to the bricks for dear life.Until she didn’t anymore.No one saw her jump. She might have simply fallen, like in her dream. It’s probably better we don’t know. What we do know is that she was alone. We know she was wearing a white dress, no shoes. But none of that is surprising if you knew Lizzie at all.The surprising thing is she cried out. One single cry, following a life of silence.Charlie Bigsby was crossing the parking lot when he heard it. The birds on the grounds took flight. Charlie had worked security at Verity for the better part of his life, but the most he ever expected to see was a fistfight. Maybe a realistic replica of a gun. Seeing Lizzie’s body sprawled on the cement, he must have lost a little piece of his mind. He managed to call the police; rumor has it his recorded statement is half gibberish.
