My Brother Was Believed Dead for Eight Years Until I Found Him Working at a 7-Eleven

defending himself, and somehow that made it worse.

“Sit down,” he said.

“I don’t want to sit down.”

“Maya.”

“Don’t use that voice with me. You let us bury you.”

His eyes filled then, but he still did not cry. “The body wasn’t mine.”

“I worked that out when I saw you selling lottery tickets.”

“It was Eddie Navarro.”

I went completely still.

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