My Brother Disappeared On The Night Of His Prom — 23 Years Later, I Saw His Carbon Copy 3,000 Miles From Home

one.”

He stared at me for a long moment.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Claire,” I said. “My brother was Daniel.”

“That’s my dad’s name,” he said.

My stomach dropped.

“Your dad?”

“Yeah.” He swallowed. “I’m Jacob.”

We ended up sitting in my rental car for nearly an hour because neither of us seemed able to think of a better place to go.

“My dad doesn’t go by continue reading …