Egon bent down beside a pine tree trunk and picked up something from beneath the leaves and dirt. At first, it appeared to be a simple stone, but when he blew on it and wiped it clean with his shirt, it reflected the daylight magnificently. Adela, if she didn't know better, might have mistaken it for a diamond in the rough, but diamonds of this size simply didn't exist.
Seeing her gaze fixed on the stone, Egon smiled.
"You're focusing on the wrong side," he remarked, turning the stone over to reveal its true artistry.
Adela gasped as she beheld the carving, which contrasted starkly with her husband's brown gloves. It depicted the face of a beautiful woman, and the way Egon's thumb grazed over it suggested an intimate familiarity with every contour.
"…Are you the artist behind this?" she inquired.
