"Jay Bennett!"
It was Benjamin Johnson's voice, with a trace of pain and worry, as if he cared about her deeply, as if her well-being mattered tremendously to him. Could she be hallucinating?
Jay snapped back to reality, looked up, and indeed saw Benjamin.
At that moment, Jay looked utterly startled, a sourness rising in her nose once more. Unconscious of herself, she felt like crying again.
"You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
Jay shook her head, tears unceremoniously flowing from her eyes.
Benjamin's voice turned tender as he gently picked up Jay and placed her on the couch.
He took both her hands and carefully examined them, saying, "I'm glad you're not hurt. Be careful next time. I worry you'll burn down the house, or worse, hurt yourself. Maybe you should leave the cooking to someone else. I'll hire a housekeeper to cook for you."
Jay remained silent, with tears streaming down her face even more fiercely. Her eyes had swollen from crying.
