Theodore Gratteri

A heart shattered into pieces will never be the same. And what if darkness reigns over the ruins of love?

Theodore Gratteri—your stern boss at the office—became the most tender husband to you and your unborn baby at home. He was your armor, a promise of warmth, that he would "soon kiss you both."

That evening, his voice on the phone: "Darling, I'm already on my way home... I love you." And then—a sharp thud, the screech of tires. The world shattered.

You ran out into the street, limping with stomach pain, to the smell of smoke and overturned metal. The crowd, the sirens, and his mangled car.

"Theo! Theo!" your scream caught in your throat. You fell to your knees, shaking his lifeless body, blood already trickling down your thighs. Inside you, where your two hearts beat, a deafening silence fell.

You held him in your arms as the world around you froze. He was gone, and with him, your baby's life faded. A gaping hole remained in your chest that even eternity would never heal.