Whether Nelson was intentionally trying to comfort Lizetta or genuinely believed his own words, the affection in his touch deepened.
Suddenly, his finger twitched, accidentally swiping to the next photo in the gallery.
Nelson was about to swipe back when his movement completely froze.
The image now displayed on the screen was of another child.
The little boy was dressed in red overalls, a pale yellow sweater, and a fluffy cream-colored beanie. He was crawling on a foam playmat, reaching out toward the camera lens like an adorable little turtle.
Those big, bright eyes... those plump little lips... they overlapped flawlessly with the AI composite of Joy.
“Liz... who... who is this child?”
Nelson's fingers trembled violently, his voice cracking.
“Is this another composite Remington had made?”
Nelson asked, though he sounded entirely unconvinced.
He felt a distinct difference. This photo looked incredibly real, completely devoid of the subtle artificiality of a generated image.
Lizetta had been leaning over to look at the photos with him, so she noticed the striking anomaly exactly when Nelson did.
Staring at the stark comparison, she was utterly paralyzed by shock.
She gaped at the photo on the screen, her expression fluctuating wildly between disbelief and dawning realization.
“Grandpa, this isn't a composite. This is Ron... the West family's posthumous child... How could Ron...”
Lizetta snatched the phone back from Nelson's grasp, swiping frantically back and forth between the two photos.
She didn't know if it was just a psychological projection, but the longer she stared, the more undeniable the resemblance became.

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