Yeah, four kids and nothing seemed amiss.
During my days in Richmond, we had a spate of teen suicides. Five in four weeks or some such. One was a very prominent prep athlete, despondent because his girlfriend dumped him. Shot himself in his parents' bedroom. His dad was a local prep coach (not his) and something of a softball God in the area. Ridiculously good guy. I got assigned the story and talking to him was as hard as anything I'd ever done. Another one turned out to be a kid who lived less than a mile from me. His younger sister was in my daughter's class. "How do I explain this to her?" the dad said, referring to his daughter