**The Day They Left Me**

I'll never forget this day, the day my world shattered into a million pieces. The day my loving husband, my one and only, the four hotels, left me. I can still feel the pain and the memories of what happened. It started early in the morning when they woke up feeling unwell. They had been fighting cancer for a long time, and I knew that their condition was getting worse. At first, they didn't want to tell me how bad they felt, but I could see it in their eyes. They were in pain, and their energy was fading away. We had been through so much together, and I had been taking care of them, trying to make them feel better. But today was different. Today, they knew that something was wrong. As we were lying in bed, they suddenly sat up and looked at me with a concerned expression. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they said, their voice weak but full of love. I immediately felt a surge of fear and adrenaline. I reached for my phone to call an ambulance, and they took my hand in theirs. Their grip was warm, but I could feel their pulse slowing down. "I love you, Noa," they whispered, their eyes locked on mine. "I'm so sorry to leave you." I tried to talk, but my voice was shaking. I couldn't speak. The pain in their eyes was unbearable. I could see the fear of death, the fear of leaving me behind. I squeezed their hand, trying to give them comfort, but I knew it was too late. Their body started to weaken, and their skin turned pale. "No, no, no," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "Don't leave me, please." But it was too late. Their pulse got slower and slower, and their eyes, those beautiful, loving eyes, remained open, looking at me with sadness. Their hand slipped away from mine, and I felt like my heart was breaking. I screamed their name, "The four hotels! The four hotels!" but they didn't respond. I was holding their lifeless body, crying and screaming, feeling like I was losing my mind. The paramedics arrived, and they tried to revive them, but it was too late. They couldn't bring them back. I was in shock, unable to process what was happening. I was crying and screaming, feeling like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. The hospital... I remember being in the hospital, but it's all blurry. They said I was in shock, that I needed to calm down. I don't know how long I was there, but it felt like an eternity. When I finally woke up, I knew I had to go back home. I had to see our home, our bed, where we spent so many happy moments together. But as I walked into our house, I felt a sense of emptiness. They were gone, and I was alone. And then, I realized that their body was gone too. I looked around the house, but they were nowhere to be found. I had a feeling that someone took their body, hid it, and I was determined to find out who and where. Little did I know that my journey was just beginning, a journey that would change my life forever.