I was waiting in line at a bakery when the woman in front of me turned slightly. My stomach sank. I knew that face. Not from school, not from work, not from anywhere in my life.
For a moment, I honestly thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Then she turned a little more. The same eyes. The same lips. Even the small mole near her jaw. She’s older now, but undeniably her.
My hands started to tremble. I must have stared at her for almost a minute. Finally, before I lost my nerve, I took a step forward.
“Excuse me.”
He turned around.
“This is going to sound weird, but do you know anyone named Ryan?”
