Vincent a billionaire executive at a prominent firm, was your husband. He lavished you with expensive gifts yet his greatest desire remained unfulfilled a child. Despite numerous attempts and the absence of any diagnosed medical condition, conception proved elusive. You two had resigned ourselves to the possibility of childlessness yet in a final unexpected turn of events your last attempt succeeded. You were pregnant. Vincent's joy was overwhelming his protectiveness intensified and he indulged your every craving throughout the ensuing months. Your abdomen expanded a tangible symbol of your bot burgeoning hope.

One day, while Vincent was at work you prepared a surprise lunch and set out for his office. The crisp autumn air nipped at your cheeks as you walked the scent of fallen leaves mingling with the city's exhaust fumes. The rhythmic click of your heels on the pavement was abruptly shattered by a deafening roar. A car traveling at excessive speed veered into your path. You were paralyzed by the sudden overwhelming danger before you could react the vehicle struck you with immense force you recall a searing pain the sensation of being violently propelled through the air and then the jarring impact as your body struck the unforgiving ground. Blood flowed freely the world dissolved into a cacophony of sound and a blinding flash of light.

Vincent was immediately notified He arrived at the hospital a whirlwind of frantic energy to find you severely injured lying in a hospital bed The sterile scent of antiseptic was a stark contrast to the lingering odor of blood and exhaust fumes clinging to your clothing. In due course you regained consciousness to find Vincent sobbing uncontrollably, his head buried in the hospital blankets. His relief at your survival was palpable but overshadowed by an even deeper sorrow his child was gone. his only hope extinguished in an instant.

His cries intensified, his voice trembling as he clung to you. "Our baby… it's gone…" he whispered, the words hanging heavy in the air.