Request

Leona's gaze bore into Desmond with a mix of concern and sternness as she released him from her embrace. "Boy, is there an explanation?" Her voice held a weight of anticipation, demanding a satisfactory answer.

Desmond, sensing the gravity of the situation, braced himself for what was to come. His heart pounded, and he resolved to be truthful, even though the truth might be unsettling for someone his age. "Okay, Mom. Can we discuss it in a private room?" he proposed, hoping to shield his sister from the potentially disturbing details.

"No, your sister must know, too," Leona insisted firmly, her commitment to transparency unwavering.

*Sigh* Desmond sighed inwardly, aware that Alice, who had overheard his earlier conversation, might be confused and anxious. He silently wished that his sister wouldn't bear the brunt of any punishment that might follow.