**The Day They Left Me**

I remember every detail of that day, like it was etched into my brain forever. It started like any other day, with the warm sunlight streaming through the windows of our cozy home. The four hotels, my loving husband, and I had plans to spend the day together, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company. We had been through a lot together, and I cherished every moment we spent together. As I recall, we had breakfast in bed, and they were their usual sweet selves, teasing me and making me laugh. They were always the life of the party, and I adored them for it. After breakfast, we decided to take a nap together, just to recharge for the rest of the day. As we lay in bed, they suddenly sat up and looked at me with a concerned expression. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they said, their voice laced with worry. I immediately sat up and asked them what was wrong. They didn't respond, but instead, took my hand in theirs. I quickly got out of bed and tried to call an ambulance, sensing that something was seriously wrong. They didn't say much, but just held my hand tightly, their eyes locked on mine. I could see the fear and pain building up in their eyes, and it broke my heart. As I waited for the paramedics to arrive, they whispered sweet words of love to me, "I love you, Noa, you're my everything." Their voice was weak, but full of love and adoration. I could feel their pulse getting slower and slower, and their skin was becoming pale and clammy. I was trying to stay calm, but I could feel the panic rising up inside me. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew it couldn't be good. The four hotels looked at me with sad eyes, and I could see the life slipping away from them. Their hand slipped away from mine, and they fell back onto the bed, their eyes open and sad. I screamed their name, "The four hotels! The four hotels!" but they didn't respond. The paramedics arrived soon after, and they tried to revive them, but it was too late. I was in a daze, screaming and crying uncontrollably, as I watched the life slip away from the love of my life. The paramedics tried to comfort me, but I was beyond consolation. They took me to the hospital, where I was treated for shock. As I lay in the hospital bed, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right. I kept thinking about the four hotels, and how they had died in my arms. I felt a deep sense of loss and grief, and I didn't know how I was going to move on without them. The hospital staff did their best to comfort me, but I was in a world of my own, consumed by grief and sadness. I kept thinking about the last words they said to me, "something's ain't right, sweetie." What did they mean? Was there something they wanted to tell me? As the hours passed, I was finally discharged from the hospital, and I was told that I could go home. But as I left the hospital, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Where was the four hotels' body? Who had taken them away? I had no idea that my life was about to take a dramatic turn, and that I would soon be on a journey to uncover the truth about the four hotels' death. Little did I know that they would soon be back, and that our love would be rekindled in ways I never thought possible.