Gabby Petito and Our Ache for the Missing

Why does the slain Instagrammer remind me of my missing uncle?

When I was 12, my uncle spontaneously decided to whisk me and my brother away to Florida for our birthday. The plan was to surprise my grandparents and then continue to Disney World. It’s difficult to underscore how big of a deal this was. We weren’t the kind of people that could readily afford a trip to Disney World and the promise of three days alone …