Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Amy had never seen anything like it. Panic took hold, terror nearly bringing her to tears. On the other side, Sandra had already taken refuge under her desk, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Security will be here soon," Leanne said, her voice steady despite the trembling of her fingers as she tried to comfort Amy. Leanne looked around for a place to hide, a difficult ask in an office setting.

She made her way to the window, opened it, and looked down before calling out to Amy, "Come on, we can climb down from here."

Amy, obedient but stunned, joined her and balked at the sight, "That's... really high."

Their office was on the ninth floor, but fortunately, there was a rooftop of an adjacent building below.

"It's just two floors down, at worst we'll break some bones. It's better than facing what's coming," Leanne said, her words fast but composed. "Step on the air conditioner unit. Be careful."

The wooden door was already hacked into. Hearing the logic in Leanne's words, Amy didn't delay. Grabbing Leanne's arm, she carefully climbed over the windowsill and started making her way down.

Amy was light. Although stepping on the air conditioner unit was risky, she made it safely to the ground.

Looking back, Leanne saw Sandra creeping out from under the desk, her face streaked with tears and looking expectantly at her.

"Come on. Don't just stand there, move it!" Leanne urged.

"Okay," Sandra hurried over, but as she hesitated, Amy called from below, "Leanne, forget about her. Come down first!"

Not wanting to be left behind, Sandra quickly stepped onto a chair to reach the windowsill. Seeing the height, she started sobbing again, "I can't. It's too high. I'm scared..."

"Amy has already down there. She'll catch you," Leanne said, her patience wearing thin.

Sandra, still hesitant and crying like a baby, provoked Amy to shout, "If you're not coming down, then stay there and get chopped up! Move, let Leanne come down first!"

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