Alex stepped out of the Subway, squinting against the afternoon sun. As fall gave way to winter, the days were getting shorter and the air crisper. He wasn’t sure what he expected to feel as he approached the sacred ground that was once the World Trade Center, then Ground Zero. The memories of that day, and the days and weeks that followed, came flooding back and he suddenly felt the urge to vomit. He was torn between feeling bitter that the site had become a glorified tourist trap and grateful that there was a tangible memorial to pay respect to the senseless loss of lives.
To block those thoughts, he focused on Danny. Thoughts of Danny brought him back to Marina and Mollie, the family Danny left behind. The two most important people in his own life. He wondered if he had made an even bigger mistake coming back after all this time.