September 23, 2013
I want to remember this day, the minute it happened. I stayed still looking at his message without averting my attention to anything else, committing eight seconds to memory as I've recently read it takes to capture a moment. August 13, 2013. He asked to meet a friend. A her. His age. Single. Lives on her own. It happened. Shock or fear, I couldn't tell. So many questions? So complex, the many lengths both families would have to go through to protect them starting from day one and considering that they outlive us all. It was just an innocent question?