At that moment, Emily glance around, her brows furrowed in confusion. She scanned the yard slowly, trying to see what had caught James' attention, hoping to find something maybe a strange object, an animal, or even a mark that could explain why he suddenly stopped walking and became so curious to say what he just did.
But there was nothing.
Just the regular garden, the path they always used, the trimmed grass, the soft breeze blowing through the trees… nothing unusual.
So she then ask, a bit puzzled, "What is it, James? I'm not seeing anything. What's making you acting like this?"
James didn't say anything at first. He just kept staring at a particular patch of the ground.
Then, quietly, almost like he was talking to himself, he said, "There's this small flower… a tiny one I found growing here last week. It wasn't planned or planted, it just sprouted on its own. I was going to transplant it to the small pot near the kitchen window. But now…"
