A chill went down my spine as screams and sobs filled the main office. I knew the sound of that glass breaking would haunt all of us in the room for the rest of our lives, like the shards pricking at our insides over and over. We were on the eighth floor of the building. Several people peered out of broken window to look down. Some stayed there, others recoiled in horror. As though guided by an invisible rope, I glided towards the window. I was shaking, but unafraid. My morbid curiosity always got the better of me. My high-heels crunched the broken glass as I reached the window. I stared ahead at the vast, cloudless sky. Then I looked down and saw her. Korina, clad in her black jacket and pencil skirt, lay twisted on the ground, blood poolingaround her head, and, even from this height, I could see…