Chapter Fifty- Six

He blinked repeatedly as he stared at picture displaying on the cell phone on his hand.

It was him, a picture of when he was a delivery guy.

A smile tucked on his lips, “Hahaha, cute me.” he muttered with a smile plastered across his face.

“I was once a delivery man. Noted.” He said to himself.

As he scrolled through the photos on the phone, he couldn't help but smile as he stumbled upon images from his time as a delivery person.

Memories of those days began to resurface, and with each picture, he felt a growing sense of connection to his past.

“What of the man Mr. Evans mentioned to me? If we were related, and he has that kind of influence, when then was I a delivery man?” His finger tapping on his close lips as he thought to himself.

In one image, he saw himself wearing the uniform of a delivery company, standing proudly in front of a delivery van. The sunlight bathed the scene, casting a warm glow on his face. It was a moment of nostalgia, and he remembered the satisfaction of