Of all things, I didn't expect to find him reading it. I thought it would be a before versus after thing, but not this. My hands are clenched at my sides and I stare at him, my face awash with uncertainty and every ounce of despair that I've been feeling comes flooding back.

I don't say anything. I don't feel like I can. I don't know what you're supposed to say in situations like these. I'm sorry I die, I don't know yet if it was suicide?