Dad Always

Dad Always

**“Dad Always…”** In the summer, my husband would drop our 6-year-old son, Luke, at his 22-year-old babysitter’s house on his way to work. It was our routine—simple, reliable, and something…
My brother vanished thirteen years ago.

My brother vanished thirteen years ago.

**The Man in My Brother’s Jacket** My brother vanished thirteen years ago. He was twenty-two, restless, bright, with a laugh that echoed down hallways. One morning, he grabbed his jacket—the…