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.

asked. “Right now?”

Jacob hesitated, glancing toward the supermarket as though he expected someone to be listening.

“About 20 minutes from here,” he said. “He’s going to be so angry I told you any of this.”

“I don’t care if he’s angry,” I said. “Jacob, I have spent 23 years not knowing if my brother is alive or dead. My mother has kept his bedroom exactly continue reading …