The woman said, "--- went to get her shots today. She was by herself."
I wasn't sure who she was talking to at first. Me? She talked so low I almost didn't hear her. Then the man on my right grunted in acknowledgment. They knew each other, I surmised.
We rode the rest of the way down two floors in silence. The elevator stopped. A bell dinged. The doors started to open.
Woman on left: "--- attempted suicide last night. She is in the hospital."
Man on my right: "For real?"
It was as much of a statement as a question. We walked our separate ways.