I went for a jog this morning and ended up at a place I’d never stopped at before. My 4 mile jog took me, unexpectedly, to the place where Charles killed himself. On June 17, 2013, two hours before he took his own life, I called him. I was already at work, starting my day, but I knew I needed to call him. When he answered the phone I said, “I know you’re upset. I’m just calling to check on you; are you going to work today?” In one of the most calm voices, so calm it was like