"Is that Orelia in the photo?"
Benson lowered his eyes. He not only didn't answer Sally, but he didn't even glance at her.
"Why won't you answer me!" Sally, her face pale, lunged at him, trying to snatch the photo back. He ruthlessly shoved her away.
With a bang, Sally landed hard on the floor. Shards of glass sliced a long gash in her leg, and blood flowed freely. Yet, she seemed oblivious to the pain, scrambling to him on all fours and clutching the blanket draped over his knees.
"Tell me it's not Orelia in the photo. Please?"
Despite her pleas, Benson remained unmoved. He gave her a cold look. "It's none of your concern."
Those four short words exploded in her head like a muffled thunderclap. Sally's ears rang, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"None of my concern?" she murmured
