Time freezes as I walk through the front door.

I feel like I was thrown back in time.

The house is a wreck and looks like how I would have left if back when I was still drinking.

"Bella?" I call out, uncertainty creeping into my voice.

There are dozens of empty bottles of Jack all over the floor.

I hear my parents walk up behind me and turn around and look at them in a search for answers.

"I'm so sorry son…" my mother trails off.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I growl out.

"We…we were so afraid of how you'd react, and then…well, we thought maybe if Bella saw you sober…it would help her want to get back on track," my mother mumbles between her tears.

"You should have told me," I semi-shout as I move further into the house as I look for Bella.

After checking the first floor, I head upstairs to look for her.

Opening the bedroom door my heart completely stops.

My wife…my beautiful Bella…is there lying on the bed.

I can see the note clutched in her one hand, a half empty bottle in the other.

Carlisle races to check her pulse and start CPR as Mom calls 911, but I already know.

I can tell that she's already gone.

I can tell that she ended up like this because of me.

And I can tell that if I had my way right now, I'd be prying that half empty bottle from her hands and chugging it until it's empty.