She could hear but could not see him as she struggled through the ice that ran through her veins. If she could only get out, light from the lamp would illuminate her tormentor’s face once and for all, she thought, edging her way to the balcony door. It opened to the fresh smell of freedom.
Peering cautiously over the edge of the railing she wondered when her journey would come to an end. How many more times would she spend chasing shadows only to end each night looking on as her body lie broken on the rocks below? Dreams were for the living, she knew, but when, oh when, would somebody find her so she could finally tell her story? Until she could tell of the man who pushed her over the edge, would she ever be able to rest in peace?