July 20, 2021. Seems like ages ago, right? So much has happened since then. So much happens every day. But that’s the day—that’s the morning—where this story begins.I was in lower Manhattan, New York City, where we live. Our little walk-up apartment is downtown, about a mile north of where the Twin Towers used to be. We were here that morning, too: September 11, 2001. The sight of the ruptured towers, the smells, the sounds, the smoke… all that fear and anxiety get triggered simply by seeing a photograph from then. Sometimes even looking at one of our family photos with the seemingly invincible, iconic towers in the background will stop my breath for a bit.