When my shaking ten-year-old begged me to hurry home, I had no idea a nightmare was waiting. I raced inside to find my husband and child cold and motionless on the living room rug. Paramedics rushed in, but the lead officer grabbed my arm, shaking his head. “Ma’am, this wasn’t an accident…”

us. Inside rested a single sheet of crumpled, blue-lined notebook paper.

“My officers located this document resting beneath your husband’s left hand,” Miller said, his voice dropping an octave, cutting through the sound of the rain.

I squinted through the deluge, my brain struggling to process the visual data. “What is it?”

“It appears to be a suicide continue reading …