Behind The Mask
My fingers trembled slightly as I opened the old journal my father, Devereux, had left behind.
Most of it was business entries, numbers, and cryptic remarks. But then, a single line caught my eye. A clue.
> Ledger stored in private vault. Registered under her name. PurpleSafe.
My heart skipped. PurpleSafe? I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. That facility is for the ultra-wealthy. If my father had stored something there, it had to be important. But how was I supposed to access it? I couldn’t walk in and tell them I was Zara, the body I inhabited isn't Zara.