Then his heart stopped. His wife Yvette was being interviewed today in the towers! His hand almost ripped his pants pocket as he grabbed his phone.
She picked up after two rings. “Hey, honey. What’s up?”
“The attacks! Are you OK? Tell me you’re OK!”
“The interview was rescheduled. I’m sure I told you already!”
Stan sagged with relief. In the chaos, he’d forgotten. Yvette HAD told him yesterday. She was safe.