Cassius Turner saw her pale as snow, her fingernails deeply embedded in the back of her own hand, her whole body trembling slightly. He quickly supported her and asked in a low voice, "Delphine, what's wrong?"
Delphine shook her head, lowering her gaze to the little girl in pink standing next to Nicholas Carter. The little girl looked like a delicate porcelain doll, with big eyes, a small mouth, soft and tender, shy yet adorable—she was flesh of her flesh.
"Benjamin." She crouched down, her voice hoarse, her eyes red and moist. She worked hard to calm herself—she didn't want to frighten the child.
"Mommy Carter, did some sand get into your eyes?" Benjamin Leclair noticed she was on the verge of tears. The tiny figure leaned forward and kissed her cheek. In a soft and sweet voice, she said, "Great-grandma told me that when sand gets into your eyes, Benjamin can kiss it away."
