“Was this your father?”

I nodded my head and placed my hand onto the painting. Seeing it there made me feel at peace, almost like he was watching over me. I felt sad that I didn't get the chance to know him better. Maybe in another life dad, I said in my mind.

“Where are we going?”

He didn't answer, he bowed his head towards my dad's painting and then continued to gently pull me down the corridor. We got to the end and there was a giant gold-framed mirror on the back wall. Sam placed his hand on the mirror and to my surprise, a digital keypad appeared on...