The Body Remembers

Some people win the genetic lottery, and some people have to go to war to earn a healthy body.

  • Excerpt

    The foot’s finally done forming. It looks pink and damp, but I know that won’t last. I wiggle the toes, then slowly get to my feet, still keeping as low behind my cover as possible. The leg holds my weight but still feels like it’s burning—which it shouldn’t, but I don’t have time to worry about that. It can wait for my report, so the powers-that-be can read it over before ignoring it. “It’s all in your head,” they like to say.