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

he looked directly at us.

I don’t know if he saw my face.

I know he saw the car.

“Drive,” Ivan said.

I drove.

We did not go to my house. We did not go to my mother’s. Ivan directed me to a twenty-four-hour diner near the county line, one of those places with pie rotating in a lit glass case and truckers drinking coffee like medicine. In a back booth sat continue reading …