Still vivid in Every day scata

We were on our way to Louisiana to meet someone from Open Diary, and stopped at a tiny hotel in Arkansas for the night.

Pam was in the shower, and I started watching TV. I honestly thought it was a movie at first, then I started paying attention to what they were saying on TV.

Then the second plane hit.

I just froze. I couldn’t move.

I vaguely remember telling Pam what happened. I think I was freaking out by then.

We debated turning around and going back home, but decided to go on our way. There was nothing on the radio except what was happening in New York. I couldn’t stop crying.

Pam turned off the radio, and we drove in silence.