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

I still cannot answer cleanly, the one I turn over most nights even now: if someone you loved vanished to protect you from a danger you never even knew existed, would you forgive the silence completely — or would all the years of waiting always remain somewhere between you, no matter how gently the story finally came home?