My adoptive father, George, who had been silent all along, suddenly asked, "Were you the one who received the child from Navi?"

Clark turned to look at George, squinting slightly, while Atlas urged in a sinister tone, "Speak!"

"Yes." Clark nodded, "That's how I got to know Navi."

"How old was the kid? Do you remember any distinguishing features?" He seemed eager and involuntarily took a step forward.

I knew he was trying to find out about where Gemma was.

"It was a girl. She was young, arou