“What’s the matter?” Irene asked, her brows furrowing as she looked at Jackson.
Jackson held his pocket again, trying to find whether he had misplaced it.
But it was nowhere to be found.
“I lost the Swiss knife I had,” Jackson said, frowning. “But I swear, I placed it in my pocket. Why can't I find it now?”
“Maybe you left it in the forest?” Irene asked, the worry also creeping onto her body. “Because I told you, I’ve been examining all our things since you left. I didn’t see any knives here.”
Jackson shook his head. He tried thinking of other places where he could put the knife, yet it was really impossible for him to just leave it somewhere.
“There aren’t any holes in my pocket, either. And there’s no way someone could rob it from me…” he trailed off, his eyes widening as a realiza
