Googling at home (absent work filters), it looks like C was still online and posting as recently as Wednesday. Her last Instagram post was of an ouroboros, with a brief comment about continuity and eternity -- something which maybe takes on significance now, but wouldn't have then. She had a little convo with a coworker about it, and it seemed cheery enough.
So she came back from visiting her aunt in DC on the weekend, with stuff for the store, reupholstered some of it over the Monday and Tuesday, normal enough on the Wednesday, then something happened on the Thursday, and everything went to shit.
What was that something?
What could be that big?
I don't know why I'm so focused on this. I hardly knew her, after all. Is it precisely because it's so inexplicable? Is it because there was nothing to indicate problems? Is it the idea that if someone had been there at the right time (including me), that this could have been prevented?
Dunno. If it can happen to her, it can happen to anyone. And my shit is far less together than hers was, or seemed to be.