I wanted to believe him, but there was no good place in the world for me after the war was over. I would never be me anymore. I would always be Amanda’s double. And while others—smarter than me, most likely—would know how to usethat to give them the life they wanted, I didn’t.
At the rate I was going, as lost and confused as I was, I would always be someone else’s idea of who I should be. And I hated that thought nearly as much as I hated the man known as Frederick.
The radio crackled, the music replaced by white noise. I muttered a curse and reached over to turn it off.
“Wait, keep it on,” said Dr. Hatchet, and I frowned. But before I could ask when he’d gained an appreciation for static, a voice began to speak—one as familiar to me as my own.
“My apologies for interrupting your eveni
