I still don't know what happened that day.

I've been racking my brain trying to figure it out.

I knock into someone.

"s-sorry" I stutter out. The person puts their hands on my shoulder to steady us. 

"It's fine. But are you ok?" I look up to see it's my boss.

"Y-yeah i'm fine." I say backing away. Putting some space between us.

"You've been distracted at work, whats on your mind?" He says. I bite my lip hesitating a bit. Then realizing it can't hurt to tell someone.

"There... was this customer. Mr Myers." I say. He flinchs. "What?" I ask.

"How do you know him?" He demands. I jump at the tone.

"I- he was sitting by the window and I served him for a while." He shakes his head.

"That's impossible." He says. I was taken aback. What is impossible?

"Who is he to you?" I ask. He thinks for a moment.

"He... is my father." he says. I gasp. His father? they look nothing alike! That was a shock. But his next sentence would leave me asking questions for the rest of my life.

"And... He's been dead for 10 years now."