was just another ordinary day when my son’s frantic calls turned my world upside down. I could hear the fear in his voice as he told me that he could hear his mom screaming and unfamiliar voices in the house. Panic consumed me as I wondered what could possibly be happening.wasting a second, I rushed to my car and dialed my wife’s number, desperately hoping for an answer. But there was no response. In a state of urgency, I dialed 911 while my mind raced with worry. The drive back home felt like an eternity, filled with unsettling thoughts.

As I arrived at the house, my heart sank when I saw the flashing lights of a police car in our driveway. Without hesitation, I stormed into the house, followed closely by the police officers. The anguished cries of my wife echoed through the corridors as I frantically searched for her.

But what I found in our bedroom was beyond belief. It wasn’t my wife, but my brother lying on the floor, anguish etched on his face. My wife, with a pale and frightened expression, was by his side, trying to provide comfort. Confusion and concern swept over me as I demanded an explanation for what had transpired.Struggling to find words, my wife tearfully explained that my brother had come to discuss some family matters and had unexpectedly collapsed. It was a heartbreaking sight, and I couldn’t fathom how things had taken such a terrifying turn