Jeff Davis

He stands at the grave, staring down sullenly. Breathing deeply to offset tears, his feet shuffle in the darkness. He bites the inside of his lip, unsure.
They…Jeff, they found him in the bathroom. Dead. Dead, okay? Blood, pills…he wanted to die.
…what?
Patty zei it was all the stress he was under, from the jobs and the shows and trying to see his kids and be a good husband in between.
Would it make any sense to tell them? Would the secret affair make life easier of harder? Was understanding worth the conscience it would sacrifice?
Would they ever talk to Jeff again? It was his fault, after all.
Honey... he had begun We can’t get married. You’re already married.
We’re cheating anyway!
I…I don’t want to marry you.
That was Jeff’s only good-bye.