Anne cursed at her phone, "Fuck, pick up the phone."
Anne's frustration had reached its peak as she cursed at her phone, her desperate attempts to reach someone met with silence. The urgency in her voice was palpable as she shouted, "Where are you?" Her sense of helplessness only seemed to grow with every unanswered call.
But suddenly, a man's voice cut through the tension in the room. "Anne, I'm here, honey," the voice said, and a man named William Regan walked into the room. His presence seemed to be a source of relief, and the connection between them was evident as Anne's tears flowed freely.
"I'm here," William repeated, his words filled with reassurance and understanding. The emotions that passed between them spoke of a history and a connection that had endured the test of time.
