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.

mirror.

“You look so handsome,” she said.

“Thanks, Mom,” he grinned, adjusting his collar while glancing at his reflection in the hallway mirror.

“Don’t wait up,” he added, the way he always did, a small joke between them that neither of them actually meant.

“I’ll wait up,” she said. “I always wait up.”

He laughed.

He was easy and golden that year in a way continue reading …