Michael’s eyes widen, then his expression pulls inward with concern. Memories are complicated. Especially old ones. Wolfgang sounds sure about whatever it is that happened, and that’s something. Michael thinks he would rather be sure. Certainty about the past is one thing he’s lost recently.
“I wanna say it would be nice not to remember anything from being a kid, but then I wouldn’t know my name,” he says, “and that would be awful. And it seems like that stuff never works out right anyway.”