Addie is hesitant to delete the recording, because she feels it’s a historical record, but she also doesn’t want to hang onto it. She’s afraid she’s said too much, that our identities might be revealed just by figuring out who she is and where she worked. So I’m going to give this to my friend who can send it to a museum in the future, where our identities don’t matter anymore, and they can preserve this record.

I can’t tell you how horrifying it was. To be working so hard and not knowing if our kids were safe. Were they scared? Were they alone? We were dealing with trying to save everybody and not knowing what was happening to our own kids. To come home and find them gently asleep, having had a really fun day, was... beyond our wildest hopes.

She made sure you had a great day, and that you were happy and had fun, and she did it while being scared out of her mind, mourning herself and you and everybody, and I don’t think I know anybody braver.