My Twin Knew Before I Did

My brother and I have always had a strange connection. We would finish each other's sentences, call at the same moment, and feel each other's pain from miles away. But nothing prepared us for that Tuesday afternoon. I was driving on the highway when my phone rang. It was my twin. "Pull over. Now. Something's wrong." His voice was urgent, almost panicked. I thought he was being dramatic, but something in his tone made me listen. I had just pulled onto the shoulder when a truck in front of me jackknifed. If I had been in my lane, I would have been directly in its path. When I called my brother back, shaking, he said he had felt a sudden wave of terror and knew—just knew—I was in danger. We live 2,000 miles apart. He had no way of knowing. But he did.