3 a.m., November 14, 2015. A suburb of Paris. A piercing sound jolts me awake. It’s dark, and too early for an alarm. What is that sound? Groping around in the dark with 3 a.m. cognitive capacity, I finally find Stephen’s wailing phone. “What the…” A device locator alarm has been activated. Turning it off, … Continue reading Remembering Paris, A Year Later
