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Looking intous back to our wedding in a gazebo overlooking Half Moon Bay We’d vowed in front of dear friends and family to love each other from that day forward

It had been a promise I knew I could keep

But I hadn’t been able to see around corners, not then Now, in this roain As for one

I wished it weren’t so

I was conflicted Should I reach across the table, squeeze Joe’s hand, and tell him to come home? Or was it tie couldn’t be put back together again?

Joe lifted his wineglass and said, “To happy days”

Just then there was a sharp sound—as if the world had cracked open—followed by the boo pier

I screamed, “Nooooo!”

I grabbed Joe’s arm and stared openmouthed across the water to Pier 15, the site of Scientific-Tron, a science eoned for human interaction with the past and especially the future The structure was unfolding like a bud bursting into blooht in front of my eyes Metal panels fleard us, ahail of glinting glass shards fell into the bay

Joe said, “Jesus What the hell?” his expression perfectlythe horror I felt Another bomb

Sci-Tron was open to the public seven days a week but to adults only on Thursday nights This was Thursday, wasn’t it? Yes People were inside the museum

Was this a GAR attack? Had to be

Joe thren a credit card, then stabbed at his phone and called his job Similarly, I called SFPD dispatch and reported what looked to be a mass casualty incident

“There’s been an explosion with fire at Sci-Tron, Pier 15 Send all cars FD Bomb squad Ambulances And find Lieutenant Brady Tell him I’m on the scene”

Joe said, “Lindsay, wait here I’ll be back—”