**The Day of Their Death**

I remember every detail of that day like it was yesterday. The sun was shining brightly through the windows of our cozy little house, casting a warm glow over everything. My husband, The four hotels, and I had spent the morning lounging in bed, enjoying a lazy Sunday morning together. They had been feeling a bit off, but I had brushed it off as exhaustion. They had been working so hard lately, and I knew they needed a break. 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 weak and trembling. I immediately sat up and took Their hand, feeling a surge of worry. "What's wrong?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. They didn't answer. Instead, They just shook Their head and squeezed my hand gently. I quickly got out of bed and ran to the phone to call an ambulance. As I was dialing the numbers, They grasped my hand again, Their grip weak but determined. "Noa, sweetie, we love you," They whispered, Their voice barely audible. "We're so grateful for every moment we spent together. You mean the world to us." I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at Them, seeing the fear and sadness in Their eyes. Their pulse was slowing down, and Their skin was becoming pale and clammy. I tried to stay calm and talk to Them, but They just looked at me with Those sad eyes, Their gaze filled with a deep sadness. As the paramedics arrived, They held my hand tightly, Their grip slipping away with each passing second. I felt Their body go limp, and Their eyes froze, still looking at me with a mixture of sadness and love. Their hand slipped away from mine, and They lay still, Their chest not rising or falling. The paramedics rushed into the room, and They started working on The four hotels, trying to revive Them. But it was too late. They couldn't bring Them back. I was screaming and crying, feeling like my world was crashing down around me. I was in shock, unable to process what was happening. The next thing I knew, I was being wheeled out of the house on a stretcher, The four hotels' lifeless body left behind. I was taken to the hospital, where I would spend the next few hours in a daze, unable to comprehend the loss I had just suffered. As I lay on the hospital bed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness and despair. They were gone, and I was left with nothing but memories of our time together. I felt like a part of me had been ripped away, leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled. The hospital room was a blur, but I vaguely remember the doctors and nurses trying to talk to me, trying to get me to snap out of my shock. But I just lay there, feeling numb and disconnected from the world around me. Eventually, They must have given me some medication, because I started to feel a little better. But the pain and grief were still there, simmering just below the surface, waiting to erupt again. As the day drew to a close, I knew I had to go home. I had to face the reality of my new life without The four hotels by my side. But as I got discharged from the hospital and made my way back home, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. That something was waiting for me at home, something that would change everything. But for now, I just walked through the front door, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. The house was empty and quiet, but I knew I wasn't alone. I felt it in my bones, a presence that I couldn't quite explain. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, ready to face whatever lay ahead. But little did I know, my life was about to take a dramatic turn, a turn that would lead me down a path of discovery, revenge, and ultimately, back to love.