As the city passes me by, emotions I’ve fought to suppress for days overwhelm me, and I weep silently into the glass. It’s stupid, embarrassing, I don’t even know why I’m doing it. I hide my face in shame. I was never impacted by the accident in any way, yet this trip has permanently changed who I am, leaving an indelible mark, and I know I’ll never forget it. And I haven’t. Not a day goes by when I don’t think about that place and the people whose lives were destroyed by what happened.
