“Don’t you see it?” he asked, almost in a whisper.
“See what?” she said loudly.
“There. Over there.” Pointing. “Among the flowers.”
“But there are flowers everywhere!” she exclaimed, gesturing with her hand.
“I know,” he said. “Look straight ahead from where we are standing. In the direction I’m pointing and you’ll see her.”
“Her?” She was clearly puzzled.
“Yes, her!” he emphasized, though still almost-whispering. “She was looking at me. She’s been looking at both of us constantly since you stopped to pick-.”
She cut him short. “Stop joking around, Brent. There’s no one here.”
“I’m not joking,” he insisted. “She’s really there. Jen, look closely…”
He sounded somewhat desperate but her face was set.
“I’m leaving, Brent. Enough is enough, okay?”
She had already started walking. As he began to follow Jenny, he looked back one last time. She was still staring at them. He gulped, turned around and willed himself to not stop.
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