Purple Summers flipped through the photos, her lips curling into a smile, finding the little girl rather amusing.
Autumn Carter leaned in, "How is it? Any key evidence? As long as you let me be your assistant, I'll keep providing you with endless information!"
Purple Summers looked up and asked with a smile, "How old are you?"
"Twelve!" Autumn Carter replied.
"How long did it take you to collect these photos?" Purple Summers asked.
Autumn Carter said proudly, "I started collecting them when I was eight!"
Purple Summers couldn't help but chuckle, "You started collecting evidence at eight, and it's only been two years since your dad went to prison, and you claim to be twelve?"
Autumn Carter's face turned red, and she retorted, "I was speaking in terms of my nominal age!"
"That's still not right," Purple Summers laughed, "A nominal age only adds one year."
"In a few months I'll be eleven! If you round it up, that makes twelve, right?" the little girl said, embarrassed.
