 I mean, it's a stupid question, but how did that feel to be away from your baby son on that particular day? I remember it all so clearly and I'm grateful that I can remember it all because it's helped me reframe it and hold on to the narrative. And I've trod these paths so many times that they're well worn and rugged and I can speak about them. They're not this place I can't go. But the memories are brutal. Of course they are.