The Dust-Caked Silence of 1991 and the Digital Bridge to a Stolen Lifetime Reclaimed
The attic was a graveyard of holiday decorations and forgotten yearbooks until a yellowed envelope from December 1991 slipped from a dusty shelf, reopening a chapter of my life I had assumed was closed for good. Sue was the anchor of my college years, a woman of quiet strength whose image surfaced every December like…