don’t know what you’re waiting for,” Cyril grumbled. “You and I both know who is in that photograph.”

Taking a deep breath, Scott ignored the old man and leaned over the magnifying lens, drawing his eye close to the glass until the picture underneath started to focus. It wasn’t a perfect image, it was old and yellowing, creased and cracked with age. But the man’s hand – and his ring – were oddly visible.

Scott felt ecstasy and terror, in equal measure, course through him. He had been there. That was him with Lily, she was looking at him with love in her eyes! It wasn’t possible and yet…

And yet he had been there.

He and Cyril stared at each other for a moment. Finally, Cyril threw his hands in th...

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