Eden choked up at those words. She hadn't even realized how hearing about her unknown father would make her react until she felt that tight knot in her throat. She tried to cough it out, grabbing her cup of fruit juice to drink it down, but the tears were already forming in her eyes.
"That's right, young lady," Charles smiled. "Your father was the bravest man I ever met..."
"I never got to meet him," muttered Eden.
Charles suddenly stood up, and grabbed something out of his pocket. He handed a little picture to a confused Eden. It was a simple square of paper, looking aged with colors that had faded quite a bit.
"I know they don't print much of those these days, but... I am even more old-fashioned than my years would tell. This is a precious memento... I always keep it with me, no
