"I remember that little girl kept complaining about how heavy I was," Alexander said with a grin. "She had a mole on the back of her earlobe. I remember it clearly because I could see it while she was carrying me on her back."
"I'm sure Carla has that mole!" Alyssa remarked confidently.
"I'm sure she doesn't," Sanya shot back, her voice firm. "She was the first one to get out of the conservatory. She was saving herself, not anyone else."
Arlan stood up, his face darkening with anger. "I think this has gone far enough. I won't sit here and watch my daughter be embarrassed like this. We should-"
But he was interrupted by Alexander's calm, steady voice, as he turned to Carla. "Carla, tell me… where did you find me? Can you describe where I was?" His eyes locked onto hers, and the room went silent.
"I…" Carla murmured, her voice faltering.
