The mention of that name pulled a flicker of something dark into Elena's eyes. Hurt. Rage. But she masked it quickly with a tight smile.
"Are we talking about Chloe or Samuel?" she asked sharply, her tone clipped. "Because it sounds like you're already drifting off-topic—and I don't have the energy to go down Chloe's memory lane."
Victor lifted both hands in mock surrender, a playful grin curling on his lips. "Sorry, ma. Carry on with the original story."
Elena shook her head, her expression softening as she continued. "So… remember the summer break? The beach party?"
Victor leaned back, nodding with a smirk. "Oh, I remember. Even if I lost my memory, that day would still haunt me."
A small laugh escaped her lips before she continued. "We got teamed up for the volleyball match—me, Sam, and two other kids. You were on the other team, with your usual crew."
