September two, one, one block from the World Trade Center, security cameras capture the last known images of Dr Sa 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 should, no money taken out of her account, no emails, no phone calls. Nothing. Her family considers everything. Nine 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 starting. May listen to Missing on nine eleven on the I Heart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you find your favorite shows.