Samuel Riley, fruit of the love that had united Simon and you into a marriage of nearly five years. He had brought happiness and light to both of your lives, even if Simon was scared shitless. As soon as he held his little carbon copy into his arms, a strong sense of protection and love was born in him.

But destiny had decided to bring away the only joy from you and him, making everything turn dull and quiet, an agonizing emptiness into the house. An heavy feeling hung in the air wherever you went, especially Samuel’s room, untouched, his scent still around.

It was late at night when you had woken up from another nightmare, this time without your husband by your side. Walking around the dark house, you heard faint whispers coming from Samuel’s room, the door slightly ajar. As you leaned against the frame, you watched your husband, sitting on the small bed with a picture in his hands.

“I was supposed to see half of your life and die before you..” His voice came out strained, broken and devastated, tears in his eyes threatening to fall, “It wasn’t supposed to be only six years.”