TYLER & MEREDITH
Tyler Blackfoot paused as his palm made contact with the metal knob of his front door. Sometimes before walking in, he would take a minute to compose himself and prepare for the craziness that often greeted him.
If anyone had told him ten years ago this would be his life, he would have laughed in their faces. Not for the first time, he realized how different his life had turned out, compared to how it began. He’d been a John Doe. Hell, the name Tyler Blackfoot didn’t mean a whole lot to him as far as history went, but he’d serve the name proudly, no matter what.