He never imagined she would commit suicide.
Lily Bankston's smile was rather bleak. She couldn't say much, her voice so low it was barely audible, like the buzz of a mosquito.
Adam Jones bent down, bringing his ear close to her lips, and heard her whisper with her feeble, mosquito-like voice, "Life is no longer worth living... that's... that's how it feels..."
After those few words, she closed her eyes and took her last breath in Adam's arms.
"Aunt Lily... Aunt Lily..."
Adam's voice grew hoarse, his eyes reddening in an instant.
In fact, the moment he laid the evidence before her, she had probably never intended to keep living, had she?
That's why she went out of her way to make coffee.
She didn't tamper with his coffee but poisoned her own cup instead.
She asked if he could visit her once a year, and he thought she meant prison visits, not realizing what she meant until after she was gone...
"Aunt Lily..."
