The conference room at the federal field office looked completely different by the time Casey finished setting up because the investigation boards had been pushed against one wall, a large circle of chairs filled the center of the room and tables lined the back with coffee, bottled water and boxes of tissues.
Nobody expected this meeting to be easy and for many of the people arriving that morning it would be the first time they had ever spoken to another survivor.
I stood near the window watching fresh snow fall over Anchorage while my phone rested in my hands and one by one the messages I had sent during the previous evening began receiving replies.
Some were only a few words long, some contained questions and others simply said yes. But almost everyone wanted answers.
By midmorn
