Leona shook her head, just suddenly wanting to call out to him for a moment, it felt so surreal.

The pot was going 'poof, poof, poof' and Hayden turned around and served the contents in a porcelain bowl.

His fingers were white, and when he carried the glass lid, it was as if he were carrying a work of art.

At the moment his gentleness seemed to spill over.

Leona turned around and took a seat on the couch in the living room, waiting quietly for him to cook.

About forty minutes later, Jane called and said he wanted to meet with her.

She agreed almost without thinking; Jane sounded...