While I was on vacation with my cousins, my phone lit up with one message: “Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.” When I landed, an attorney and two investigators

to like them because Laura loved them. Thomas gave me my parents’ wedding rings, not to wear, only to keep.

On the anniversary of the crash, we drove together to the highway memorial.

There was no dramatic storm, no perfect sign from the sky. Only traffic rushing by, weeds growing near the guardrail, and a small plaque with two names.

David Pierce.

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