Luminous fog continued to cascade from the decks and the town was lost in smog . Throngs of people were piled in the streets and the sound of police sirens propelled down alleyways . Above , helicopters made the water throb into crests .
Fishing vessels from inside the harbour were scattered outside of its walls , entangled and broken like toy boats . Detached hulls floated like broken eggshells around me , as I stared in disbelief at my husband ’ s bobbing grave .