You know, as bad as it sounds, I dont quite know. At the risk of sounding heartless, I assume the topic of suicide is going to come up in support groups about depression. So Id assume it came up here and there.

Did he ever mention it to you? Rachel asked. Was there ever any indication of him wanting to commit suicide?

Ive been wondering the same thing, Hannah said. Ive been going back over and over it all in my mindevery conversation. But I swear, I cant think of a single time he ever mentioned wanting to take his own life. Not even on his worst days.

How about the days leading up to it? Jack asked. What sort of mood was he in?

Thats just the thing. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood. Hed even mentioned maybe taking a weekend trip up to Maine next month. Nothing seemed off, but then again there were times when I couldnt even tell when he was depressed until after the fact. So…as far as I know, he was in a decent mood in his last days.

Do you happen to know the name of the support group he was part of? Rachel asked. Or perhaps the person that leads it?

I already have that information, Branson said.

Just one last thing, Mrs. Newkirk, Rachel said, almost apologetically. Im sure you heard about the eyewitness account about the possibility of a second person on the scene, correct?

Hannah nodded, plucking aimlessly at her bowl of fruit.

Do you know of anyone from those meetings that Edwin might have struck up a friendship with? Or, on the other hand, anyone he might have upset in any way?

I simply dont know, she said. He kept a lot of what they talked about at group to himself. If he made friends or enemies there, I never heard about them.

Branson looked to Rachel and Jack, giving them a look that seemed to ask: Are we good here? Rachel thought they were. With no deeper insights into what her husband might have been thinking in the moments leading up to his apparent suicide, there wasnt much else to get out of her.

Thanks for your time, Mrs. Newkirk, she said. If you happen to think of anything of note, please let us know.

You can contact me directly, Branson said.

Hannah nodded and waved to them, but did not get up. She stared forlornly at her two bowls, one with oatmeal, the other with fruit. Rachel felt terrible for the woman. Shed seen this sort of detachment before and knew that it was likely to end in a total meltdown where the grief and sense of loss came spilling out of her like a flood.

They left the apartment and reconvened in the street. You said you have the information on the support group? Rachel asked Branson.