HERA can’t help herself not to cry out loud while seeing the big frame at the center of the wall above Achilles’s bed.

She can’t be mistaken; it was her photo, taken on her eighteenth birthday. The room may be dim but the lights built on the wall were flashing into that photo.

Trembling, she still tried to pull herself and started to roam her eyes inside. Her Mama Edna switch on the main light and he gasped when she saw many frames.

“This is his secret. Wherever you look at too, you can see your faces, smiling, stolen shots, crying, and even taken from afar.”

The old lady started...