The young woman, Caroline, was not a friend of mine. I don’t know if she played an instrument, or whether she had ever visited South America. I don’t know if she liked country music, or simply tolerated it as something endemic to this area. I don’t know if she liked KU basketball, or if she preferred bicycling on the shores of a lake in Ontario. I had never met her, nor her family, nor her friends.
In fact, I only know one thing about her. That thing is something I learned today.
Caroline committed suicide. A certain stillness, if not peace.