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Prologue

Six forty-five hits the clock, I started working on the red tomato pasta since dinner had to be ready at seven thirty sharp. That’s when he’ll be here. My husband, Ed Balvera, the love of my life and the father of my two children who I’m watching out of the corner of my eye. My beautiful six-year-old Lucia and my precious four-year-old Luke, are my most prized possessions. I couldn’t help thinking how lucky I was, it almost felt good.

I’m about to finish dinner when I hear it, the kitchen door opens and I see him. My heart skips a beat as I take in the sight. How could this be the man I get to spend my time with? His eyes are as beautiful as always, his hair perfectly combed, and a small smile runs along his face, it feels like I just might be dreaming. I run to him as I always do, but I’m brought back to reality when I’m met by a cold embrace. I put my fingers through his hair and just when I’m about to kiss him, he slowly pulls away, and kisses me on the cheek, that’s how it’s been these last couple days.

How was your day, my love? - He asks with a distant tone, not like before

It was great. The kids and I had so much fun, we went to play in the park, and then we went to the mall. They already bought your Father's Day present! Of course, I bought mine too! - I said excitedly as I looked at those vacant eyes that used to be mine.

You had quite the day, didn't you? - He says

I just laughed. What else could I do? I didn’t even know what was going on, what was in his mind or who he was.

Where are the kids?- He asked expectantly

I pointed towards the living room, suddenly not wanting to talk anymore. I asked Nadia, our house keeper if she could serve dinner and went to see my husband. As I got to the living room, I could see him, the person I fell in love with. I leaned against the wall as I saw him having a pillow fight with my kids. A look of unconditional love crossed his face as they threw the sofa cushions at each other. I can’t remember the last time he looked at me that way, and I missed it. I don’t know when I’ll see it again.

And it kills me.