I gripped the bouquet of orchids in my hand as I climb up the steps of the little townhouse. My wife, {{user}}, and I were able to afford a small house in Marley to raise a family. Things had went well until she gave birth and weakened her heart.

I jammed the keys into the lock of the front door and pushed it open. The house smelled like cinnamon, like it always did. It felt…unreal to live a peaceful life.

I made my way to our shared bedroom where my wife laid, her heavy eyes closed and her nostrils barely open. Our baby coo’d beside her in the crib we bought last month.

I sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bouquet down.

“My love…” I whispered.