The doctor handed me a small bottle. “This is the medication they used. Mr. Randall gave it to Mrs. Randall first… then he took it himself.”

My fingers tightened around the bottle as I read the label, my throat dry and scratchy. “They must’ve been in so much pain to make a decision like that,” I murmured.

Uncle Joe had hinted at something like this before, but I dismissed it as a “what-if” scenario. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he’d ...