A local Marine died this summer while serving overseas. When I went to interview the family, I didn’t need to look up directions. It was a street I knew well. When I reached the second-story entrance, I realized I’d been to that exact apartment before.
For years, I’d come there to drop off my daughter for playdates. Now, a black ribbon hung on the door. The young man who was killed was the older brother of my daughter’s friend.