September two, one, one block from the World Trade Center, security cameras capture the last known images of Dr Sna and Philip shopping at eight pm. She swipes the credit card, grabs her bags, and exits onto the street into the rain. She's never seen again. The next day, chaos, planes, fireballs, people, dust, Thousands disappear. But Sna is different, lost between a rainy evening and a cerulean morning, the pre and the post, the in between. There are so many questions. Above all,
where was she the night of the tenth. There's not a trace of her, nothing, not a credit card transfer, actually, no money taken out of her account, no emails, no phone calls, nothing. Her family considers everything eleven murder that she ran off. Tabloids paint her as a troubled woman, private investigators, the police, her friends. Everyone looks for her, and now so are We Listen to Missing on nine eleven on the I Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you find your favorite shows.