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I've been stuck in the dark for three days.

Written by Saturday.

When I was eight years old, my brother Elliot went missing.

He was just 13 years old, but older siblings have this aspirational quality to them. He just didn't come home one day. They looked for days, but they

couldn't find any trace of him. I was too young to understand what was going on, so I had to sit in my room and play with

my Legos, hoping there would be a knock on my door telling me that things would be okay.

And there never was that kind of knock.

They didn't find them.

As days turned to weeks, the search party stopped.

But even after everybody went home, I was still out looking for him.

I would take the long road home from school.

I would go down past that I hadn't checked.

I had a crumpled up map in my pocket with circles around places that I knew he liked, and I

was hell-bent on checking them all. People don't just disappear. It doesn't work like that.

But after a while, there were no more places left to check, no circles left to draw, and Elliot was still gone.

The last thing he said to me was, a later gator.

I don't think you ever truly come to terms with something like that.

Once you've run into an impossible question, you look for answers and everything.

I got really into puzzles and brain teasers.

Not because it was fun, but because leaving unsolved mysteries could give me this immense sense of dread.

I was a great student and one of the top contenders in the debate club.

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