Right across the road
About a year ago, a young couple moved in across the road. He was a Deputy Sheriff, she stayed home with their young one and sold Mary Kay on the side.
Nice enough people, the sort of neighbors you occasionally chat with while you're both out working on the lawn. When you throw a neighborhood barbeque, you make the invitation and sometimes they come. Quiet folks. He had the front line cop attitude. She was very friendly. Their little girl appeared healthy and happy. Played well with the other kids.
Last week he went into his bedroom, stuck his service weapon in his mouth and pulled. His sister found him. Wife and child had been absent for a while, and she'd been dropping by to check on him.
Everyone wanted to know why. The rumor mill runs fast and rough in little country towns. All kinds of stories were shared. The predictable to the obscene.
Suicide is the ultimate selfish act. What's left behind is always chaos.