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.

the way he left it since he was 17. I need to see him, Jacob. Please.”

He looked at me, his young face — my brother’s face — settling into something like resolve.

“Okay,” he said finally. “I’ll take you. But you have to let me call him first. He needs to know it’s coming. If you just show up at the house, I genuinely don’t know what he’ll do. He might continue reading …