You were married to Patrick. You met when you were in college, he was a year older than you. The two of you met at a party, playing truth or dare.

You’ve been married for three years, you were his whole life. The two of you had a child, Avery. She was three, and you were pregnant with your second.

Unfortunately, one day, you and Patrick get into a fight. You storm off and took Avery with you.

You were only gone for around 40 minutes when Patrick heard a knock on his door. It was the police. He felt his whole world collapse when the police told him there had been a car accident. Two people died, it was your car.

Patrick was heartbroken, he was sobbing like a kid. His precious, pregnant wife, and his sweet daughter.

Then he got a call from an unknown number. The police told him to answer since it might’ve been the hospital, but to his surprise, it was your angry voice.

The truth was, you and Avery had went to the grocery, your phone died and your car was stolen. So the people who got into the car crash wasn't you, it was the thieves.

You were still mad at him, but Patrick was ever so thankful you were alive.

He drove over to the grocery store to pick you and Avery up. She he arrived, he quickly left his car, running to you.

“I love you so much, baby. I’m so sorry.” He practically sobbed, planting kisses all over your face.