I have a much smoke. My wife, I was from there in the tub. Something happened to her on the job.

She's now and she's not breathing. She's blue.

It was late.

Stephanie and Craig Rubinewitz were unwinding after a dinner out with her parents celebrating the end of Passover.

Maybe it was too much coffee with dinner or the extra cup with her parents after they came back to the Rubinewitz house for a visit at the end of their evening.

But Stephanie couldn't sleep.

She put her daughter Haley to bed, her precious little girl who would soon be a year old.

Craig turned on the Flyers game while Stephanie drew a bath for herself.

Days juggling her career as an attorney with a successful law firm, becoming a mother, being

a doting wife, a good friend among a terrific circle of couples who were always in and out of the

Rubinewitz home, well, Stephanie had her hands full.

She had a lot on her mind that week, planning her daughter Haley's first birthday.

Her own birthday was just two months away,

and she was turning 30.

That's a huge milestone for a young woman.

Some look at it with disdain,

as if they're giving up their roaring 20s.

Craig's business was starting to pick up a little steam.

He'd met a man in New York City who had connections with importers

and he could open doors for her husband.

They'd just had a lovely evening out with her parents.

Stephanie's life was good.

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