The Hidden Father

Lila sat frozen on the floor of Ares’s massive bedroom, the glow of the laptop screen reflecting off her wide, horrified eyes. The old video she’d just watched kept looping in her mind.

Her fingers trembled as she paused the video, dragging the timeline back again as if maybe, just maybe, she had imagined it. But there it was, the proof.

Lila’s heartbeat drummed painfully in her chest. “No,” she whispered to herself. “No… this can’t be true.”

The video ...