It's her suicide; I can't stop thinking about it. My mind appears to have latched onto it, locked tight. I wonder how it must have felt for her, those last few hours, minutes¦ and then the last few days, of course, perhaps even months, years: was it a spur of the moment kind of thing? Or had events in her life been leading up to that moment for a long time? I wonder how her life must have been. I wonder what thoughts were going through her head when¦