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

a woman in a navy raincoat with silver hair cut sharp to her chin.

She stood when she saw my brother.

“Maya Reyes?”

I nodded, still shaking.

“Patricia Shaw. I’m an attorney.”

“Rebecca’s attorney?”

“For the moment,” she said. “Possibly yours as well, if you want to keep your mother safe.”

I laughed, because nothing was funny.

Patricia did not smile. She laid continue reading …