A Piece Of Ground Zero

Twenty five years after 9/11, one moment at Ground Zero still replays in my mind like it happened yesterday. I went because I needed to see the real place, not the TV version. The site was still raw, with twisted steel, broken concrete, and a silence that felt like an open wound. I asked a police officer for a rock from inside the fence, the kind of small object you hold when your brain can’t quite hold what you’re seeing. He came back with something I never expected: two pieces of marble wa...