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    “Of course, ma’am. I’ll take care of it right away.”


    “Thank you. Oh—one more thing. If he asks, don’t mention me. Just say you noticed and decided to help.”


    “Understood.”


    “Thanks again.”


    Rachel ended the call and watched from behind the curtain as a security guard approached Brian, umbre in hand.


    Only then did she feel the slightest relief.


    With a quiet sigh, she let the curtain fall back into ce, returned to bed, and closed her eyes.


    Sleep, however, remained as elusive as ever.


    A few minutester, Rachel’s phone rang. The caller ID shed: Security Office.


    She answered immediately. The voice on the other end carried a mix of urgency and helplessness. “Ma’am, I did as you asked. I took the umbre to him, even opened it for him, but…” The guard hesitated before sighing. “He threw it away.”


    Rachel didn’t even stop to grab her slippers. She yanked back the curtain, her heart pounding.


    There, beneath the streetlight, Brian remained as rigid as ever, his posture unyielding against the storm. A few feet away, the umbrey abandoned, battered by the relentless rain.


    “I’ll try again,” the guard offered.


    Rachel stayed on the line, watching as the man approached Brian once more, holding the umbre out like a peace offering. But Brian didn’t even nce at it. Instead, he simply shoved it aside, letting it fall back into a puddle, useless.


    The guard sighed again, this time heavier. “I really tried. But I think he’s had too much to drink—his breath reeks of alcohol. And in weather like this? His body won’t hold up for long. You shoulde down and take him home.” Rachel gripped the phone tighter.


    The hesitation in her voice didn’t go unnoticed. The guard, perhaps sensing the deeper story, continued, “Look, it’s obvious you’re worried about him. I’m guessing you two are a couple, right? Lovers fight—it happens. No rtionship is without its rough patches. But from where I’m standing, it’s clear he’s trying to make amends. Don’t wait until it’s toote to realize what you’ve lost. Juste get him before he passes out in the cold.”


    He didn’t know the full truth, yet his words struck a chord.


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    Rachel exhaled softly. “Thank you. Keep an eye on him—I’ming down now.”


    She had already showered and changed into her pajamas, but there was no time to fuss over appearances. She grabbed a coat, threw it on, snatched an umbre, and hurried downstairs.


    It took her barely three minutes.


    Just as she was about to step closer, umbre in hand, a sleek car pulled up outside the gate.


    The license te caught her eye. Familiar.


    Before she could fully ce it, the driver’s side door swung open, and a pair of high heels clicked against the pavement.


    “Brian!” Tracy’s voice rang through the downpour as she ran toward him.


    Brian stirred at the sound. The cold gnawed at his skin, his head unbearably heavy. Every part of him ached.


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