At home, I placed the album on my kitchen table and paced around it like it might move if I turned my back. I checked Tyler’s photos on my phone. I zoomed in on his eyes, his mouth, the shape of his face. Then I opened the album again and stared until my vision blurred.
It was impossible.
The resemblance was uncanny.
When Tyler came back from work, I silently handed him the album and opened the page.
He looked tired at first, his jacket still on, his keys in his hand. Then he looked at the photo.
And smirked.
“So… I guess I did find you after all.”
The glass of water slipped from my hands.
“How is this even possible?! Explain it to me! I’m scared!”
Tyler’s smile disappeared the moment he saw my face.
