Matthew trembled as he held Clara close, grabbing a coat from David to drape over her head before dashing out into the rain.

"Clara, we're almost there. Hang in there," he urged, his voice quivering amidst the patter of heavy raindrops.

David, trailing close behind, noticed the anxiety etched on Matthew's face and felt a pang of reflection.

Indeed, one only realized the value of someone when they were on the verge of losing them.

"Mr. Garcia!"

"Mr. ...