The day began as most of the other days had begun. Beths husband snuggled close. He smelled of after-shave and toast. He kissed her and their baby boy good-bye as he headed out the door for the train station and work in New York City. Etiennes fiance kissed him good-bye, too, told him the coffee was started and that she just had to run downtown and would be back in an hour or two. And then, two airplanes slammed into the World Trade Center Towers and killed almost three thousand people. And just like that, Beth and Etienne had lost the most special person in their lives; lives that would never be the same. As they each struggle with denial and grief, drowning in pain and fear, lashing out at those trying to help pick up the pieces, grace sneaks up on them. Their healing begins cautiously with the help of two very different souls; two survivors of a different sort both named Maggie.