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.

ended up sitting in my rental car for the better part of an hour because neither of us seemed able to think of anywhere better to be.

“My dad doesn’t go by Daniel anymore,” he said, staring straight ahead through the windshield. “He changed his name before I was born. I only found out his real name a few years ago, by accident.”

“By accident?” I repeated.continue reading …