It was late and the house was silent. Tom often came home late from work, so silence was expected. By then, Marie was in bed and her dinner, the evening paper and the mail were waiting for her on the table. Tom closed the door and walked down the short hallway to the kitchen. Everything was put on the table. He quickly went through the mail and headed to the trash can to throw out an unwanted advertisement. Tom noticed a crumpled piece of his wife's stationery inside. He picked it up and opened it. It said: My dearest Tom, I have been a good wife; attentive, loving, devoted. Even after the accident, I stayed with you because I thought I loved you. It was at first, but now loving you seems like a very stupid idea. I will finish my live at ten thirty. If you want to say goodbye, come see me at the Manhattan Bridge. Your wife, MarieTom, looked at the newspaper for a few seconds, stunned. A thousand thoughts crossed his mind. What is happening? Why had she planned to do this? He quickly looks at his watch. It was 9:50 a.m. Tom grabbed his coat and left his apartment. “Sto...