He had never liked having his picture taken, and after everything that had happened, he had grown to detest it. He had never even bothered to look at the photos after they were framed, but he remembered exactly which ones Hannah had chosen for each spot. And now, they were all gone.
“Why… why am I only noticing this now?” he murmured, a hollow ache spreading through his chest.
His phone buzzed. He took a deep breath and answered.
“How is Sandra…”
“It’s terrible, Mr. Rosenberg! Miss Sandra… she… she jumped!” The phone was filled with her hysterical sobs.
Lionel’s blood ran cold. His mind went blank.
“This afternoon, Mr. Woods brought her the wedding dress. She refused to try it on, so he went in and slapped her, told her if she didn’t wear it, she could get married naked. Then he sent the dressmakers away.”
“After that, she started screaming and smashing everything in her room. Then it went quiet. I kept calling her name, but she wouldn’t answer. I went to get Mr. Woods, but he told me to leave her alone.”
“I was so scared when she wouldn’t answer, so I broke the door down. I saw her standing by the window, covered in blood. I ran toward her, but she… she jumped. Mr. Rosenberg, what do we do? Please, you have to save her! She’s so young!”
Her cries assaulted his ears. Lionel shot to his feet, the room spinning around him. He pressed a hand to his forehead. “Which hospital? I’m on my way.”
After she gave him the name, he hung up and rushed out.

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