**Chapter 1: The Day They Died**

I remember every detail of that day like it was yesterday. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing outside our window, but the warmth and beauty of the day were overshadowed by the horror that was unfolding before my eyes. My husband, the four hotels - yes, that's what I called him, they - were lying in our bed, their face pale and clammy. They had been feeling unwell for a while, complaining of fatigue and weakness, but we had attributed it to stress and exhaustion. But on that day, something was different. They woke up early, and we had a lovely breakfast together, laughing and chatting as we always did. But as the day went on, they started to feel worse. As we were sitting on the couch, watching TV, they suddenly grabbed their chest and grimaced in pain. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they said, their voice weak and worried. I immediately felt a surge of fear and panic. "What's wrong?" I asked, trying to stay calm, but my voice was shaking. They didn't answer. Instead, they got up and walked slowly to the bedroom, holding their stomach. I followed them, feeling a sense of dread. They lay down on the bed and held out their hand to me. I took it, feeling a chill run down my spine as their skin felt cold and clammy. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed 911. "Please, hurry," I said to the operator, trying to keep my voice steady. As I was on the phone, they squeezed my hand. "My love, I'm so sorry," they whispered, their eyes locked on mine. "We love you so much." Their pulse was getting slower, and their face was becoming paler by the second. I could see the fear and pain in their eyes, and it was tearing me apart. "Don't say that," I replied, trying to hold back tears. "You're going to be okay. The ambulance is on the way." But it was too late. Their eyes started to glaze over, and their grip on my hand loosened. I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead as I realized what was happening. "Four hotels, no!" I screamed, but they just looked at me with sad eyes, their gaze slowly fading away. Their hand slipped out of mine, and they took one last breath. I felt like my world had come crashing down around me. The next few minutes were a blur. I remember screaming and crying, feeling like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. The paramedics arrived, and they tried to revive them, but it was too late. I was in shock, unable to process what had just happened. The paramedics took me out of the house, and I remember sitting on the curb, feeling numb and detached from the world around me. As I sat there, I kept thinking that this was all just a terrible dream, and that they would wake up and smile at me, telling me that they loved me. But deep down, I knew that it wasn't a dream. They were really gone, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. The hospital. The shock. The numbness. It all came flooding back, but I knew I had to keep moving. I had to find out what had happened to them, and I had to make sure that they were laid to rest with dignity. But little did I know, that was just the beginning of a journey that would change my life forever.