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416 pages, Hardcover
First published February 7, 2023
"Three."
And the standing water in your boots...
Your mother's purple hydrangeas shedding petals across the lawn...
The bleached sheets in the motel in Queens, the first time you woke up screaming and Ginny held you...
Remember who you were.
Remember who you are...
"Two."
Don't let them take it again. Don't let them—
"One."
“I thought you said [your dad] survived the war.”
“He came home.” She picked up her knight, twirling it absently between her fingers as she studied the board. “That’s not really the same, though, is it? He might have been the greatest chess player in the world, but the first tournament he enrolled in after France, he just sat there, staring at the board.”
“What was the matter with him?”
She shrugged. “Nothing. Not bodily, anyway. But in his mind, the war didn’t end.” She set the knight on her board, then looked up at Bucky. “The first year he was home, my father went to five funerals for men in his company. By the time I was born, more men he served with had died back in England than had in France. His best friend shot himself through the head at a Veteran’s Parade in Birmingham. My father was there—I was there. It’s the only thing I remember clearly from childhood.”
“Geez,” Bucky murmured.
She glared at the board, though the rattle of her cuffs against the table betrayed her shaking hands. “My father gave up chess. He went to university to study chemistry. He started working on a way to implant memories in the brain—and, the flip side of that coin, how to remove them. He hoped it could be used to treat shell shock.”