An Ill-Fated Love Affair (7)

The video playing on repeat stole Iris' breath away. She didn't even register what was happening inside it because of the man's face. It was like looking in a mirror. When an app for face changing had been popular, she had played around with it like everyone else to see how she'd look at fifty or as a man. And now that face was staring back at her through the screen.

It all led to only one thing, but her mind refused to accept it. Her life had been absent of close family relations, and her aunt looked nothing like her. It made sense if she had inherited it from… from…

That caged young man was her father, wasn't he?

"How likely is it that this was left on purpose?" Kyro asked somewhere on the side, his voice cutting through the haze in her mind.

"Very," the woman he'd called Sophie answered. "We found it to have been preserved alone when everything else was destroyed. Most of it physically so there could be no way of recovering."