When Amy went to police academy:
Light chatter erupted as Amy walked across the large room, several officers had stopped talking in their normal voice for a more hushed tone. They saw Amy and changed the topic, it went straight to gossip and it made Amy feel sick. Not because she hated to be talked about, she did not care, and not because it was so glaringly obvious. She hated it because it revolved around John, the man she loved and lost, he deserved better than to be gossiped about after his passing. She could hear some faint words and easily pieced them together into sentences, it was not hard to decipher what they were saying.
“I heard they had an affair, that he was her boyfriend or something.”
“The coroner said that he got gutted by a garden tool, I bet he threw himself in front
