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.

I said. “Why my brother’s face is on a boy I’ve never met. I’ve waited 23 years for an answer. I’m not leaving without one.”

He looked at me for a long moment.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Claire,” I said. “My brother was Daniel.”

He went very still.

“That’s my dad’s name,” he said.

I felt my stomach drop.

“Your dad?”

“Yeah.” He swallowed. “I’m Jacob.”

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