Even when there is no goodbye note, every suicide is a letter to those left behind. Pain, love, memories, and guilt swirl in our eyes as we read the lines that question our own reality. The ordinary and the odd coexist in its pages in the same way the dryness of intellect and the fieriest emotion reflect in our gaze. Searching for answers is just another way of articulating questions, of negotiating with them, of figuring out how many can fit into an obsession—it is also a way of caring for the child who is no longer with us. Dedicated to the life and death of Bonet’s son Daniel, this book gives word to the farthest corners of our existence and establishes a dialogue that reaches beyond this life.