He shook his head as he pushed the door open wider to let me through. "I just want to show you something." 

His little fingers grabbed onto the hem of my sleeves, gently tugging me through the winding pathway of the garden until we reached a small bench on the back. 

Jane was sitting on the bench with a crooked flower crown on her head and a couple more others lying to the side. Her cheeks turned a light pink color when she saw me ducking under a frame to get closer to her. She ...