Speaker 1: September two, one, one block from the World Trade Center,
Speaker 1: security cameras capture the last known images of Dr Sna
Speaker 1: and Philip shopping at eight pm. She swipes the credit card,
Speaker 1: grabs her bags, and exits onto the street into the rain.
Speaker 1: She's never seen again. The next day, chaos, planes, fireballs, people, dust,
Speaker 1: Thousands disappear. But Sna is different, lost between a rainy
Speaker 1: evening and a cerulean morning, the pre and the post,
Speaker 1: the in between. There are so many questions. Above all,
Speaker 1: where was she the night of the tenth. There's not
Speaker 1: a trace of her, nothing, not a credit card transfer, actually,
Speaker 1: no money taken out of her account, no emails, no
Speaker 1: phone calls, nothing. Her family considers everything eleven murder that
Speaker 1: she ran off. Tabloids paint her as a troubled woman,
Speaker 1: private investigators, the police, her friends. Everyone looks for her,
Speaker 1: and now so are We Listen to Missing on nine
Speaker 1: eleven on the I Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or
Speaker 1: wherever you find your favorite shows.