The attic of the Finch house was dusty. It was filled with boxes labeled "Xmas Decorations," "Old Toys," and "Things Dad Will Fix One Day."
Alex was sitting on the floor. He was looking for his old shin pads.
He opened a box marked "Private."
Inside, there was a stack of old photos. But they weren't photos of Alex.
They were photos of a man he had never seen before. A man in a faded blue football kit. A man with tired eyes and a hopeful smile.
Danein Blake.
"Why do I have these?" Alex whispered.
He picked up a photo. On the back, it said: Griffin Park, 1999. First goal.
Alex felt a cold shiver. These weren't his photos. He was born in 2006.
He dug deeper. Under the photos, there was a letter. The paper was yellow and brittle.
To my son.
Alex's heart stopped.
He read the letter.
If you are reading this, then the experiment worked. Or it failed terribly. I am not sure which is worse.
