Ten years ago today I was week into my senior year at Nauset Regional High School. We were put on lock down, first listening to the news on a radio and then sitting in an empty classroom, watching the towers fall.

Tourists were leaving Cape Cod for the season. People sat in the aisles of the A&P, sobbing.

We made meatloaf and watched the news. We weathered a suicide.

Today, I am listening to the relatives of the victims read out the 2,977 names, unsure of what else to say.