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.

” he said. “I’m so sorry. I’m finally here.”

I want to be honest and say it was not an entirely smooth reunion once the first wave of joy had passed.

There were hard conversations in the weeks that followed.

My father’s anger arrived later than his relief, surfacing in sharp questions over dinner that Daniel answered as steadily as he could manage.

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