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.

run again.”

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do that.”

Jacob called from the passenger seat. I heard only his side of it.

“Dad, I need you to listen to me.”

A pause, his knuckles whitening around the phone.

“No, please, just listen. Don’t hang up.”

Another pause, longer this time, and I watched his eyes fill with tears that he blinked back with visible effort.

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