Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.

Januz feels glad to have her in his arms–his wife, who would do anything to protect their son. This is how she presents herself. Like a soldier who would kill for her country. And her...

He’d imagined peacetime would bring him a sense of belonging. During the war it kept him going, that thought of peace. He’d believed in it like a season he knew it would arrive one day