From Harvard to home
I remember glancing at my phone at 1:56 p.m. on Monday, April 15. I was walking in Copley Square with another marathon volunteer, trying to find an entrance to the subway. We had both been stationed at the starting line of the Boston Marathon in Hopkinton, Mass., earlier that morning and had taken a bus back to Boston after our shift was over. I had agreed to babysit for one of my professors at 3 p.m., and I knew it would take me at least a half hour to walk there from Harvard Square, so I began to move a little faster.