The bewildered stranger just stood there, motionless and tense. He said nothing for a moment but then crouched on one knee to peer into her face.
“Do I need to call someone…like…a mental hospital or something?”
The sound of his voice snapped her back into the present, and with an anguished, tear-stained face, she raised her head and looked up into his pale blue eyes.
“I’m not crazy,” she whispered, more for her benefit than for his, but the man’s expression remained dubious and unconvinced. “I’ve just had a terrible day..."