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

with relief.

With annoyance. Like my brother was a bill he had already settled.

“Well,” he said. “You always did enjoy making scenes.”

My mother flinched.

Ivan started to stand, and Patricia touched his arm.

“Mr. Reyes,” she said, “you will not be addressing him directly.”

Dad smiled at her. The church-donor smile. “Counselor, this is a family matter.”

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