“Let me look for it now,” Joyce said. She’d practically pressed her ear against Natalie’s cell phone to listen. Upon hearing what the detective had said, she immediately bolted over to Natalie’s computer to search for the news online.

Natalie joined her. Watching as Joyce scoured the internet, she queried, “How is Jasmine now?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t go over to check on her. But from the solemn look on the policemen and paramedic’s faces, it’s likely that…”

The detective trailed off, leaving Natalie to draw her own conclusions.

Natalie’s hand curled up into a fist.

Jasmine’s room was on the twelfth floor. The average distance between each floor was a little less than ten feet. Twelve floors was a whole 120 feet from the ground.

Could anyone survive falling from that height?

“Got it!” Joyce cried. She’d found information about Jasmine’s suicide.

Natalie watched the video that played on the screen. The footage was extremely shaky and blurred. A passerby had probably captured it on his cell phone.

In the video, a disheveled-looking woman in a patient’s gown was sitting on the window ledge, facing inward. The next second, she had tumbled out and hurtled downward.

 

a few seconds later. Her body violently convulsed twice, then lay still. A crimson pool gradually seeped out from beneath it

screamed in terror. She covered her eyes with her hands and refused to watch any

 

similarly petrified. Her face had grown visibly pale. With a trembling hand, she reached

lowered her hands from her

more before Natalie’s eyes. She opened her mouth, then finally admitted, “I don’t know. Her

Jasmine? So she has really committed suicide!” Joyce gulped. It seemed

evidence that

her that the call hadn’t ended. Natalie brought the phone to her ear and inhaled several times deeply before asking, “What’s the

Smith. Let me take a closer look,” the detective replied

had barely made it a few feet forward when a car abruptly came

a white coat got off the car and strode towards the police cordon

stopped the detective in his tracks. It was enough proof in itself that

is already at the scene,” the detective

It was a long time before she managed to croak

Natalie stonily put her cell phone

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