I was in midtown Manhattan dialing over and over my wife’s phone number in WTC 7. Finally got in touch with her around 2 p.m. — She managed to ping my cell phone from a payphone off the FDR drive.
When it happened, she was getting coffee on the 45th floor. She heard the thud of plane one and saw debris falling. She headed straight for the exits and a walk down 45 floors. Once on the street, she wouldn’t look at the towers. A friend she met at the exit told her not to because bodies were falling.
I remember my office mate telling me it was terrorism after the first plane hit. I told him he was nuts — then the second plane hit.
I can’t imagine the worry of having a family member in any of the WTC buildings that day. I am glad your wife was not injured.