“No way.”
I nodded.
“Hi, Charlotte.”
Her knees nearly gave out.
“Tyler?”
I laughed softly.
“Yeah.”
For several seconds she couldn’t speak.
She simply stared.
Trying to connect the teenager in the photograph to the man standing in front of her.
Finally she sat down.
Hard.
“I don’t believe this.”
“Believe it.”
She shook her head repeatedly.
“You look completely different.”
