The torrential rain continued, as the crowd gathered. A frail girl held her blood-covered uncle, screaming for help.
Later, Cherish called out "Dad, Dad," but no one answered her.
The rain kept falling, scattering countless items around, from snacks to chocolate bars on the side of the road.
She didn't know what he was doing with those things, but her heart was empty.
Cherish, frightened, held tightly to Anthony Turner's hand.
As they awaited the ambulance's arrival, medical staff lifted Anthony onto it. Cherish, like a zombie, sat in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Anthony was given an oxygen mask and slipped into unconsciousness. The medical staff around him shouted something unintelligibly, as his mind remained in a blank state, unable to process anything.
Cherish clung tightly to Anthony's hand, unwilling to let go, not even daring to let go.
Anthony's hand gradually lost its warmth, as if time itself was slipping from her grasp.