“I remember, Alex. Every bullet. Every knife. Every scab and scar and scratch. I remember all of them. The memories are just right here”—King tapped his temple lightly—“but you’re not. And that’s okay. As long as I know you’re okay. But, someday, Alex . . . Someday you won’t be. And then it will kill me.” He got to his feet. “Someday it will kill me too.”
