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.

I envied at 12, irritated by the way he ruffled my hair on his way past me.

“You’re going to look back on tonight your whole life,” my father said from the kitchen doorway, holding his coffee mug. “Make it count.”

“I will, Dad,” Daniel said. “Home by midnight. Promise.”

He kissed my mother’s cheek and squeezed my shoulder on the way past.

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