When you look like us—brown skin, brown eyes, black braids or fades—everyone else thinks you’re trouble. No one even blinks twice over a missing black girl from public housing because she must’ve brought whatever happened to her upon herself. I, Jay Murphy, can admit that, for a minute, I thought my sister Nicole just got caught up with her boyfriend—a drug dealer—and his friends. But she’s been gone too long. Nic, where are you?If I hadn’t hung up on her that night, she would be at our house, spending time with Grandma.If I was a better brother, she’d be finishing senior year instead of being another name on a missing persons list.It’s time to step up, to do what the Newport News police department won’t.Bring her home.