It’s April 12th. A year ago, I would’ve called it the worst day in the world—and I would’ve meant it. But this year feels different. For the first time since it happened, I’m not completely alone.

As we step out of the car, the first thing I notice is how different it feels to be here—not like it did all those years in my nightmares. It could never be a good day, but for the first time, it feels ...