“We did.” The male detective walked over to Hannah.

“One of the people who found you noticed the broken window and that you dragged glass shards from the alley. The man who did this to you got the shock of his life when we knocked on his door. He hadn’t even cleaned the place up.” The male detective’s partner said.

“He tried to run, got to the roof before we caught up to him. He’ll never hurt you again, he’ll never hurt another woman again, Hannah. He fell off the roof in his attempt to get away. Died as soon as he hit the pavement.”

“You’re safe, Hannah. You’re safe.” The female detective took Hannah’s hand.

“Thank you.” Hannah choked out. “Thank you.” She smiled.

“Here’s my card, if you ever want to talk. We’ll close up this case, you can get on healing without fear. Dr. Lewis know a really wonderful counselor and we’re here to help you heal.”

Hannah just nodded. ‘_Dead. He’s dead._’ Her mind was spinning. She was alive. She survived, everything would get better. She would heal, she would get better.