A few weeks ago I decided to take a road trip out West. I booked it planning to go alone. Later that day I had another idea.
I have two half-brothers, Stephen and Dylan, ages 22 and 17. Stephen and I share a mother, and Dylan and I share a father. Even though they live in the same town in Virginia, they’ve never met.
I called each of them two days ago to break the news that we were going to take a road trip together. Forty-eight hours later we were standing together outside baggage claim in California. This is our story.