It was a riddle his father used to ask him. Arthur smiled, a lump forming in his throat. He typed: .
The file ended with the sound of Arthur laughing and the click of the recorder turning off. Bliss 20180924
He checked the date. September 24, 2018. He tried to remember where he was. That was the year he had been traveling through the Scottish Highlands, trying to "find himself" after his father passed away. He remembered rain, old stone pubs, and the smell of peat smoke, but he didn't remember a moment he would name "Bliss." The Password It was a riddle his father used to ask him