The fern seemed to have stopped growing and Jack stepped back, rubbing his hand through his hair anxiously before exiting the room, pursing his lips.
Jack came down the stairs, his brow furrowed worriedly as he headed back to the room, not noticing Avice on the doorway.
He paused for a second, looking down at his hand in surprise. “My ring...? Oh, it’s in my pocket,” he said, reaching down and slipping it back on his finger.
She glared at him, her eyes sharp and intuitive. "Where have you been going? You come back with your hair all messy and without your ring. You left while I was sleeping. It's a secret."
