Hearing her gut wrenching sob, Anthony finally looked up at her, his face stoic and grim. Slowly, he stood and crossed the room to reach her, putting his hand upon her shoulder as a test, to see if she would welcome more physical contact.
He couldn't tell her 'don't cry', because that would be denying her feelings. He couldn't tell her that 'everything was going to be alright' because that wasn't something he could promise. But there was one thing that Anthony could guarantee.
"Don't worry, Padma. We'll get the sonofabitch and make him pay for what he did to you."