**Chapter 1: The Day They Left Me**

I'm still trying to process the events that led me to this moment. It's been a few days since they...since they left me. The four hotels, my loving husband, my everything. I keep thinking about the day they died, and my heart aches with every memory. It started with a typical morning, or so I thought. We had breakfast together, and they were their usual sweet selves. They told me how much they loved me, and I could see the adoration in their eyes. We spent the day doing nothing in particular, just enjoying each other's company. They were a bit tired, but I didn't think much of it. They had been working hard lately, and I knew they needed a break. As the day went on, they became weaker and weaker. I could see the fatigue taking over, but I still didn't suspect anything was seriously wrong. It wasn't until we were sitting on the couch, watching TV, that I noticed their pulse was getting slower and slower. They looked at me with sad eyes, and I could see the fear in them. "My love," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry. I love you so much." I held them close, trying to comfort them, but I could feel their life slipping away. Their body became pale and cold, and I knew I was losing them. I screamed and cried, holding them tight, but it was too late. Their pulse stopped, and they looked at me with a faint smile. "I'm sorry, my love," they whispered, one last time. I was in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the hospital, with no memory of how I got there. The doctor told me that I had been in an accident, and I had been brought to the hospital. But I knew that wasn't the truth. I knew they had taken them away from me, and I was left with nothing. When I got back to our house, I was searching everywhere for them, but they were nowhere to be found. I had a feeling that someone had taken their body, and I was determined to find out who and why. I started searching the house, but everything seemed to be in order. It was as if they had vanished into thin air. As I was searching, I started to feel a strange presence in the house. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but then I started to notice that things were moving on their own. Doors would open and close, and objects would fall off the shelves. I was scared, but I was also hoping that it was them, trying to communicate with me. I called out to them, "Is that you? Are you here with me?" But there was no response. I was alone in the darkness, searching for a ghost that I wasn't sure existed. As I sat on the couch, trying to gather my thoughts, I heard a faint whisper in my ear. "Noa, I'm here." My heart skipped a beat as I turned around, but there was no one there. I knew then that I wasn't going crazy. They were here, and they were going to make me find out what happened to them. Little did I know, our journey was just beginning.