Chapters (117)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- The Cast of Characters
- CHAPTER ONE
- The Recruits
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- The Missions
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- The Game
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
- HOME
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
- CHAPTER NINETY
- CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
- CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
- CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
- CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
- CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE
- CHAPTER NINETY-SIX
- CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINETY-NINE
- CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
- CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ONE
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- About the Author
- Reading Group Guide
- Discussion Questions
- A Conversation with Leila Meacham
- ALSO BY LEILA MEACHAM
But all that would remain a secret until he discussed the details with the man at Kelly’s Coffee Shop on Monday. It wasn’t only patriotism that had urged him into the meeting with the man from the Office of Strategic Services, but an even deeper secret that Horace Barton could not know—could never know. At fourteen, Bucky had overheard a private conversation of his mother’s and learned that the man in the back seat of the Cadillac was not his father. His real father lived in Paris, a high-ranking officer in the French military whom his mother still loved.
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FOUR
The truth had come to light in the winter of 1934. Bucky’s mother and her sister, Aunt Claire, visiting from France, had thought they were alone in the house. It was four o’clock in the afternoon. His father was at his business, and Bucky was supposed to be at piano practice four blocks away, but his teacher’s husband had met him at the door to say that she was ill and there would be no lesson that day. Bucky considered spending the unexpected gift of freedom at Rob Hamilton’s house, but it had seemed somehow wrong not to be where he was supposed to be, so he’d gone home consoled by the thought that there would be enough time to have a cup of hot cocoa and a cookie without spoiling his dinner. He let himself into the house through the back kitchen door, feeling again the kick of loss at the absence of his black Labrador retriever. He’d thought many times afterward that if Pepper had not died earlier that month, he would never have discovered his mother’s secret. Pepper would have alerted her to his presence.
He did not call out that he was home. His early arrival would have startled and alarmed his mother before he had a chance to explain. She was jumpy when it came to him, he supposed because he was her only child. Voices were coming from the living room—his mother’s and Aunt Claire’s. He set his book satchel in the kitchen chair he occupied each evening to do his homework, hung up his jacket and cap on a peg in the mud room, and started down the hall toward the sound of the voices. His mother and aunt were speaking French in what sounded like a serious, high-strung conversation, and Bucky would have to decide whether he’d disturb them to ask for cocoa. Just before arriving at the living room door, he heard his aunt say, “Does Horace know the boy isn’t his?”
“No!” his mother cried. “And he never will. Oh, my God, how can it be that Nicholas is still alive? They told me he was killed in an ambush in October of 1919!”