The rain hammered down, turning the street into a grey blur. Anthony’s hands shook as the umbrella slipped from his grip, clattering onto the ground. He didn't reach for it. Instead, he pulled Anna closer, her body trembling against his chest.“It’s all over, Anthony,” she choked out. Her voice was thin, nearly swallowed by the roar of the downpour.“Look at me, Anna.” He cupped her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. Her eyelids were swollen and bloodshot, and the rain lashed against her skin. “I am here. I won’t let anything else go wrong.”She didn’t answer; she just sobbed harder. Anthony didn't waste another second. He turned his back to her and crouched low. When she didn't move, he reached back, took her hands, and draped them over his shoulders. He hoisted her up, locking his grip around her legs.He marched through the water toward the car. Two guards scrambled toward them, umbrellas held high, but it was useless—the water had already claimed them. Anthony ignored the guards,
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