As we managed to open the door, we discovered my wife lying face down under the covers. I also noticed some pills and a glass of water nearby. Immediately, I instructed my daughter to call emergency services.
I checked for her pulse, but her body had already started to change color. My younger daughter started crying and shook my wife, trying to wake her up, while my older daughter was on the phone with emergency services, becoming increasingly distressed. It didn't require a medical professional to see that she had passed away nearly a day ago.
I felt completely numb, torn between crying and shouting, overwhelmed by shock and guilt, convinced that this was all my fault. It took me a while to regain my composure. The ambulance had already arrived and was preparing to place her in a body bag.
I'm not sure who contacted my son, but he had already arrived and was sobbing uncontrollably.
I spent almost the entire night speaking with the investigators.