The old pickup truck bounced its way down the dirt road, the suspension long since gone the way of all mortals. Behind the wheel, a young woman kept her eyes on the road and a dog leaned out the window. Another mile and she’d be home for the first time in years. She glanced at the picture taped to her dashboard. Two young boys played in a creek while the old dog splashed around. Would it still be like that or would things be different now? Would her brother recognize her? How long had it been? She could barely remember the day she’d climbed into the old truck and taken off down the dirt road and hadn’t come back. Well, until now. A little further and she would see the house. She was already past the old creepy gate and she could hear a coon hound baying somewhere. And there he stood on the steps, one hand up to shade his eyes. Her twin


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