My eyes widened as I looked at Grayson's phone. The photo showed a boy and girl with distinct features, around ten years old.

I couldn’t stop looking at the little girl's delicate and beautiful face. She had large eyes, thin lips, and, most notably, a small dimple below her mouth. She had two long pigtails with strawberry-shaped hairpins and wore a light pink dress.

She looked incredibly familiar, and I wondered why she resembled Ava.

The handsome boy beside the girl wore a white shirt and plaid shorts. He had one hand in his pocket and the other resting on a chair. The little girl leaned on the chair with a basketball placed on it.

The boy had striking features and an aloof smile. He appeared less cheerful than the girl but had an air of sophistication. I knew it was a young Atlas.

"Is this... Is this a photo of Atlas when he was young?" My heart pounded, and my mind raced.

"Yes, it's Atlas and the real Stella during childhood," Grayson confirmed. "Now, look at the next picture.