The sound that stayed with Lisa Marie Presley was her own scream. It tore through the quiet of Graceland on an August afternoon in 1977, sharp and uncontrollable, born from instinct before understanding could catch up. “I was screaming bloody murder. I knew it was not good,” she would later write. In that moment, the world she knew collapsed. She did not lose a legend. She lost her father, the man who had been her safety, her center, her entire universe.
The sound that stayed with Lisa Marie Presley was her own scream. It tore through the quiet of Graceland on an August afternoon in 1977, sharp and uncontrollable, born from…