The question hung heavy in the air like the calm before a storm. Rosemary's demeanor shifted instantly, her playful smirk fading as a flicker of confusion crossed her face.
"Nana, why would you ask about her? Who is she? I have never heard of that name, maybe in my past but l don't remember anything." Rosy replied, her voice now clipped, the earlier warmth gone.
Carlos exchanged worried glances with Nana, the tension palpable. Nana clearly remembers rosy referring herself as Elisa Janie smith, and now, she denies it. Nana was so baffled that she didn't know what to say next.
Her face become a real description of worry. The sudden shift in her friend's personality made her uneasy, as if a stranger's soul was weaving itself into Rosy's likeness.
Carlos leaned forward, his forensic methodical training taking over.
