Part 4 I walked about the car show, looked at cars I was disinterested in, and talked to people I couldn’t care less about. I found a food stand and bought a cup of coffee. The rich aroma and dark roasted flavor helped calm my nerves a little.I thought about the woman whose husband shot himself. What unimaginable depths could cause someone to do that? Were they as loving as were before they began? I could hear the pain an...