Six months prior - Mack's POV
I'm getting Riley ready for bed when my phone rings from the other room.
I look at my watch.
She's late again.
"Mommy? Where momma?" Riley asks me sadly.
"She had work, baby. She will see you in the morning."
She leans in and kisses my cheek, "Okay."
I scoop her up and kiss her cheek, "We love you. So much."
I set her in her crib and turn on her sound machine and then hit the light.
"Night night, mommy!"
I sigh, "Night night, baby."
I close her door and walk to the next room, "Max, come here, boy."
Our big yellow lab runs into the room and hops onto the bed.
I grab my phone and see two missed calls.
Ally.
I push her contact and it quickly gets picked up.
"Hello." A man's voice answers.
"Uh, hello? Who is this?" I ask, concerned.
"Is this the spouse of Allison Hughes?" He asks.
I gulp, "Y-yes? What is going on? Where is my wife?"
Silence.
"Mrs. Hughes? My name is Dr. Snyder, I was your wife's trauma doctor today."
My heart drops.
"What? Where is my wife?" I ask and stand up.
"Your wife was in a terrible accident. She came into my trauma bay and we performed CPR for 30 minutes, but her injuries were too extensive."
I stop pacing.
"No. Where is my wife? I want to talk to her! She-she was on her way home, albeit, late, but she was on her way!"
"Mrs. Hughes, your wife passed away about 30 minutes ago. We were unable to save her. I am so sorry." He says.
My brain is unable to compute what is actually happening.
"We have a two-year-old." Is the only phrase I can say.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Hughes. We will need you to come down to the hospital. It's a formality."
I stare at the bed and feel tears running down my cheeks.
I see the photo of us on our wedding day and when Riley was born.
"Fuck. Okay. I understand. I'll be there, what hospital?"
"UC San Diego Medical Center."
I hang up and rub my face.
'This can't be fucking real. It just can't be.'
I go to my contacts and click the name.
"Hey dude! What's going on?"
"Lauren?" I sniffle.
"Whoa. What's wrong? You and Ally okay?"
The mention of Ally makes me cry harder.
"Shit. This is bad. I'm coming over."
She hangs up and I sink to the floor.
'What am I going to do?'
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Begin Again
General FictionYou're 33 and an unexpected widow. You're at the park with your three year old when she runs over with a new friend. Her mom? Alex Morgan.