**Chapter 1: The Day They Died**

I'm still trying to process what happened today. It's like a nightmare that I just can't wake up from. I woke up early, feeling a bit off, but I didn't think much of it. They, my husband, the four hotels, and I had plans to go out for breakfast later. We were going to celebrate our anniversary. I was so looking forward to it. As I got out of bed, I noticed they were acting strange. They were quiet and seemed a bit off. I asked them if everything was okay, and they just smiled and said they were fine. We had a lovely breakfast together, and then they went to take a shower. I was getting ready to go out and run some errands when I heard them call out to me from the bathroom. "Noa, sweetie, come here for a second," they said, their voice weak and strained. I rushed into the bathroom, thinking something was wrong with the shower or the water. But when I saw them, my heart sank. They were holding their stomach, and their face was pale. "What's wrong?" I asked, concern etched on my face. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they replied, their voice barely above a whisper. "I feel...I feel a sharp pain." I quickly turned on the cold water to help them, but as I looked into their eyes, I saw a flicker of fear. They were trying to hold my hand, but it was slipping away from them. "Call...call an ambulance," they whispered, their grip on my hand tightening. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed the emergency number, trying to stay calm. As I waited for the paramedics to arrive, I could feel their body getting weaker. They were saying sweet words to me, telling me how much they loved me, and how I was their everything. Their pulse was getting slower, and their breathing was becoming labored. I was screaming for them to hang on, to stay with me, but they just kept telling me how much they loved me. "We're...we're so sorry, Noa," they whispered, their voice cracking with pain. "We love you so much." Their eyes locked onto mine, filled with sadness and love. I could see the fear and the pain they were in, and it was breaking my heart. I was crying, begging them not to leave me, but they just kept telling me how much they loved me. As the paramedics arrived, I was in a state of panic. They were trying to revive them, but it was like they were slipping away from me. Their hand slipped out of mine, and they looked at me with such sad eyes. "No...no, sweetie, don't go," I begged, tears streaming down my face. But it was too late. They were gone, and I was left screaming and crying, holding their lifeless body in my arms. The next few hours are a blur. I remember being taken to the hospital, being in a state of shock, and not being able to process what had just happened. The doctors and nurses were trying to talk to me, but I was in a daze. I kept thinking they were going to come back, that it was all just a bad dream. But deep down, I knew it wasn't. They were really gone. As I lay in the hospital bed, I couldn't stop thinking about them, about our life together, and about how much I loved them. I felt like a part of me had been ripped away, and I didn't know how to go on without them. But even in my grief, I knew I had to be strong. I had to find out what had happened to them, and I had to make sure they were buried with dignity. Little did I know, their death was only the beginning of a journey that would change my life forever.