I couldn't stop thinking about that line from the suicide note. "I freed myself from the lie" kept playing on repeat in my head while I made deliveries the next day. It felt wrong in a way I couldn't explain, like those words were too specific, too deliberate to be random.
The shift at Vinnie's was slow, which gave me too much time to think. I kept pulling up the news article on my phone between deliveries, reading that last line over and over. Trying to figure out what exactly was bothering me about it.
Vinnie called me into the back around three, which was unusual because he usually just texted if he needed something. He looked uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Like he had bad news he didn't want to deliver.
"Lucky quit," he said finally, referring to one
