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>Yohan

Maya came home when I was busy on the call with a client. She paused for a second then came and sat on the sofa beside me.

I smiled at her and she waved back but I could tell she was a bit troubled.

I finished the call and looked at her, “You seem like you want to ask me something.”

“Ah! Yeah…I can’t seem to find my ring. Have you seen it anywhere?”

I knew it. It must be bugging her since the ring had magic in it and no longer having it on might tug on her memories.

I shook my head, “No I haven’t. Was it important?”

“Yea…” She sighed, then panicked and tried justifying her words, “I mean it was important because my guardian gave it to me! It’s like a protection ring from him-or something like that.”

“It was from your guardian?” From a person so close to her? “I see I’m sorry. I have no idea where it is. When did you lose it?”

“Today I think, or maybe yesterday. I’m not sure.”

“Maybe in the forest?”