Prologue

Five years ago, my brother stepped off the school bus and never reached home. End of story.

Well, it's not exactly the end of story. I could tell you how my mother grew tense shoulders and became a clean freak. If I felt like it, which I don't, I'd explain about my father, who got a promotion five years back and works overtime every single stupid day. I have no desire to report on the citezens in our town who bonded together and set out to look for my brother.

And I really am not going to tell you about me. Get over it.