I watched for a moment longer, the scene playing out like a tragic symphony of vengeance and sorrow. But Angela was lost in her pain, her sobs growing more desperate, her strikes becoming weaker, her body collapsing under the weight of her emotions.
Finally, I stepped forward, gently wrapping my hand around her wrist to still her movements. She resisted at first, her grip on the knife unyielding, but I pulled her close, prying the blade from her fingers and letting it clatter to the floor.
"It's okay," I murmured, my voice low and steady as I pulled her against me. She collapsed into my arms, her body wracked with sobs, her tears soaking into my skin.
"It's over, Angela. It's over." I held her tightly, my hand cradling the back of her head as she buried her face against my chest. "You're safe now. He can't hurt you anymore."
