My brother vanished on the night of his prom—23 years later, I spotted someone who looked exactly like him 3,000 miles from home.

cold moving briefly through my chest.

The town searched too, in the early weeks.

Volunteers walked the woods near the strip mall, and flyers went up in every store window for a 100-mile radius.

My father drove the same 40-minute stretch of highway between the school and where the car was found probably 200 times that first year, as if repetition alone continue reading …