My husband Matt Rossi, promised to come back and celebrate our daughter's birthday.

On her birthday, he called to say that he had work and wouldn't be able to return.

Hearing this, our daughter, desperate to see him, bought a ticket secretly to visit him where he was.

On the way, she encountered a murderer on the run. She never even got to see her father before she was killed.

The police contacted me, and I rushed to the scene, only to find her final wish written down.

She wanted to spend her birthday with her dad.

Carrying her unfulfilled wish, I went to my husband's house in the neighboring city.

Inside, birthday decorations hung around, and a little boy wore a birthday hat.

I broke down.

"Matt, our daughter died on her way to see you for her birthday, and here you are celebrating another child's birthday! How could you do this to her?"

But Matt was more concerned that I was disrupting their peace.

"Get out! You'll say anything to win me back. This is no place for someone as venomous as you. Get out!"

He had no idea—I only wanted him to see our daughter one last time.