The Million-Dollar Heart

Willa handed the elderly man with snow-white hair a piece of paper. "So, about Fl... that Veridian man, the one who's crazy about plants?"

The old man composed himself. "Since that incident, Flynn hasn't visited much. He lost his usual cheerfulness; Elliot's death hit him hard. Later, he chose to stay on campus and even found himself a stunning girlfriend. With her support, he gradually recovered. He went back to Veridia a while back and stopped by to thank me for looking after him. After that, I lost touch with him."

And later, of course, he ended up in prison, tormented day after day, never to find peace again.

Willa's gaze hardened as she asked, "All these years, do you still visit Elliot's memorial when you remember him?"

The old man nodded and then shook his head. "Not exactly. After Elliot passed away, I moved into his dorm room. I kept all his belongings, thinking I'd return them to his parents. But some things couldn't be taken, so I left them as they were."

A glimmer shone in Willa's eyes. "Can you take me to see his room?"

The old man seemed to have not spoken about these memories for a long time and agreed readily, "Sure, let's go."

The dorm was a two-bedroom with a living area. The old man lived in the right room, while the sunlit room on the left belonged to F-Poison.

Willa pushed the door open and entered. The room was tidy, preserved in the style of many years ago.

It was clear the old man held this place dear.

"May I have a moment alone here?" Willa asked.

The old man nodded, "Of course. But may I ask, who was Elliot to you?"

Willa pressed her lips, "He was my father."

The old man paused in surprise. "I thought there was something of him in you. I guessed right then. Child, take your time to remember your father."

Willa thanked him and then closed the door behind her.

Remember?

Impossible.

small yet comfortable

out the bedding, it felt comforting to touch. Then, she took a deep breath and lay down on the

the closest she'd ever been to her biological father since

Willa had been envious watching Sasha bounce on Jasper's bed, calling for him to wake up. But fearing her godfather's displeasure at overstepping, she could only watch secretly. Later, as Diana grew older, she

only watched

known she was adopted, so she never overstepped her bounds. Even though the Perez family treated her very well, as one of their own, she knew she had to be aware of her place. She couldn't take their kindness

to her adoptive family to repay them in every

no special connection. Nothing like the joy Sasha or Diana seemed to

a few simple, outdated pieces of clothing. Looking further,

and opened a drawer. Inside were a few textbooks and notebooks filled

seemed

with technical

gap between the desk

down, Willa found

took her

the

dense foreign notes beyond Willa's comprehension. But

Karen, then

to the old man,

did you find anything else, like syringes

even a fingerprint left. And there's nothing about ST-0 in the lesson plans or anything. If I hadn't noticed the