I came home like any other day,but nothing was ever the same again. I dropped my things, I screamed his name. when I found him, my heart knew before my mind could catch up. I called for help —desperate, shaky, praying I could still save him. They told me to get him down, to start CPR. I thought he was still breathing. I swear I did, But looking back… I think I took his last breath. Outside, as I waited for the ambulance,it started to rain —soft at first, then heavy, like the sky was grieving with me.I called my mom.I called his. Telling her what was happening was one of the hardest moments of my life. No mother should ever hear those words. I kept asking the police why they hadn’t taken him to the hospital. I needed hope. Even the smallest thread.That’s when they asked me to take a deep breath —and told me he was gone.I shattered.The kind of cry that doesn’t feel human. The kind that lives in the bones and echoes through the air. That cry was different.It didn’t sound like me.Even my mom knew.She told me later — “That cry… I knew something inside you broke.”She was right.It still haunts me. They asked if they could sedate me, I said yes, because my body couldn’t hold what was happening anymore. My dad turned around on his way to Mexico. My mom and his parents caught the first flight.Two close friends came and didn’t leave my side.One of his best friends — more like a brother — held me through the questioning.We sat in the silence. Together. Numb.Because of COVID, everything moved slower.We waited hours for the mortuary.When they finally came, I begged them…“Please let me say goodbye.”And they did.The police and firefighters lined the hallway, heads bowed in silence.They made a path for me.And I walked through it — shaking, grieving, loving —to say goodbye to my husband. After they took him,the house felt quiet in a way it had never felt before. We laid together on the couch,and waited for family to come. That night broke me open.And I’ve never been the same since. But I’m still here. Still breathing.Still honoring him,one truth at a time.