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

One. Two. Three.

Ivan moved without a sound and pressed one finger to his lips.

A voice came through the door.

“Maya.”

My father.

Not shouting. Not angry. Almost disappointed.

“I know you’re in there.”

My body went cold from my scalp to my heels. Ivan’s face drained of everything.

Dad knocked again. “Open the door before this becomes embarrassing.”

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