a heavy teenager in an ill-fitting tuxedo.
Me.
For several seconds she simply stared.
Then she looked up.
“T-Tyler?”
I nodded.
Her hand flew to her mouth.
“Oh my God.”
Tears immediately filled her eyes.
“No way.”
I laughed softly.
“Way.”
She looked at the photograph again.
Then at me.
Then back at the photograph.
The comparison clearly wasn’t easy.
Twenty years changes people.
Especially when life changes them first.
She sat down heavily on the couch.
“I can’t believe this.”
Neither could I.
Of all the delivery drivers.
Of
