What remains now are the small, stubborn details of a life interrupted: Christine’s Peter Rabbit, still marked with her Winnie-the-Pooh stickers; a first-birthday photo framed by the word “Peace”; a little girl spinning in joy after hearing, “Aren’t we lucky that we have each other to love?” On the 9/11 memorial, their three names stand together, a family frozen mid-journey, asking us not to forget that behind every headline was a home, a hope, and a child who never made it to Disneyland.