Fine

“It’s always the quiet ones,” says the coroner shaking his head as he stares down at the mess on the floor. Blood pools around the head of a man lying at an awkward angle.

An officer whistles low. “Check out the scars on him,” he says.

“Yeah. These suicides have lots,” the coroner replies.

They can hear a woman in the hall, sobbing loudly, “I talked to him this morning. He said he was fine.”