![]() Everyone felt varying degrees of anxious, eager, hopeful. The two had been dating for more than a year, but this was her first visit to Atlanta, as well as the first time meeting his parents and sisters. He was halfway through his third year of medical school at Yale, and had just returned home for the holidays following his clinical neuroscience rotation, bringing with him his girlfriend, Sophie, a beautiful, upper-crust Brit whom Daniel once called the most charming woman he’d ever met. It happened the day after Daniel’s twenty-fifth birthday, and three days before Christmas. Nearly fifteen years had passed, both slowly and suddenly. It was that way for all of them now, though it was something they seldom discussed, at least not with one another. When you wanted to remember, the details would slip away like a dream at dawn. When you wanted to forget, everything would return in raw, brutal focus. Much later, she would go back and read the entry, and think to herself that memories were that way, too. Elaine Garland recorded the quote in her journal, because it was such an astute observation for an eight-year-old. When you wanted to get past something, it would drag on forever. When you wanted to savor something, it would speed by in a blur. ![]() Time is a tricky thing, Daniel said to his mother when he was still very young. ![]()
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