ONE MONTH LATER... Dom and I were at the table discussing baby names while eating breakfast. I suggested that we give them Italian names, but he stated that he didn't care either way and was happy with whatever I wanted, "How about Gianna and Abrianna?" I ask him. He looks up at me and smiles warmly, "Great! That was easy!" I tell him. Just then, I noticed his smile faded, and he begins to stare off into space. I can't help but chuckle, "Dom, just tell me if you don't like the names, silly." He doesn't respond; he remains still as if someone pressed pause. It's very concerning to I reach out and gently shake his arm, "Dom...Dom... earth to Dom...." He doesn't respond or react, so I wave my hand in front of his face... Nothing. I sit back in the chair and eye him curiously. It's a

