And now that I was here, it felt like every bit of the nightmare I had imagined it to be on that fateful summer afternoon in 2003. But I also felt a ripple of peace encroaching on my pain. The peace that came with knowing with your whole heart that this moment was fated. I was meant to be on that ferry with Kit twelve years ago. And I was meant to be back here again today, with his ashes in my backpack.
