Chapters (152)
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- I. Sunday
- Sunday
- 1
- 2
- 3
- II. Monday
- Monday
- 4
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- 10
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- 25
- 26
- 27
- 28
- 29
- 30
- 31
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- 33
- 34
- 35
- 36
- 37
- 38
- 39
- 40
- 41
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- III. Tuesday
- Tuesday
- 43
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- 47
- 48
- 49
- 50
- 51
- 52
- 53
- 54
- 55
- 56
- 57
- 58
- 59
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- IV. Wednesday
- Wednesday
- 62
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- V. Saturday
- Saturday
- 67
- 68
- 69
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- 72
- 73
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- 75
- 76
- 77
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- 80
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- VI. Sunday
- Sunday
- 83
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- 86
- 87
- 88
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- 90
- VII. Monday
- Monday
- 91
- 92
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- 97
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- 100
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- VIII. Tuesday
- Tuesday
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- 118
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- 120
- 121
- 122
- 123
- 124
- 125
- Epilogue
- Two Weeks Later
- Afterword
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“We have to do something,” Milton pressed. “Your brother kidnapped your grandson and punished your daughter for something that his own son did. Neither of those things is right, and I want to help set things straight. The only way I can think of doing that is to offer him the sword.”
“So Takashi benefits from his behaviour?”
“He would tell you that a wrong was righted. It doesn’t matter either way; you need to see beyond that and get to the goal, to reunite Sakura with Yamato and then keep them both safe. I’m open to other ideas, but I’ve given it a lot of thought and this is the best I’ve got. I’m going to do it with or without you, Hachirō. I’d hoped you’d agree to help, but I can’t force you. But I have to be honest—if you don’t help, there’s a decent chance I’ll find myself in trouble and, if that happens, you’re going to have to figure out how to fix this on your own. I imagine that means persuading your brother to see sense.”
“I know what I said yesterday, but I’ve been thinking about it. It won’t work. He and I have no relationship, especially not now. He blames Sakura for leading Miyasato astray. He’d kill me the moment he saw me coming.”
Milton spread his arms. “So?”
Hachirō was quiet for a moment and then nodded, his decision made. “What choice do I have? When do you intend to do it?”
Milton looked at his watch. It was ten o’clock. “I’m seeing Takashi at midday,” he said. “Assuming I can agree to an exchange with him, I don’t think it would serve any of us to wait.”
“Tomorrow, then?”
“Yes,” Milton said. “First thing.”
Hachirō ducked his head in acknowledgement.
“Do you have a pen and paper?” Milton asked him.
The old man reached beneath the counter and brought out the pad that he used for orders and a pencil. Milton tore off the top page and started to write.
“What are you doing?”
“A shopping list,” Milton said. “You still have connections?”
“Just a few old men who learned the error of their ways.”
“But perhaps one or two who didn’t?”
“Perhaps.”
“Good. There are some things I’m going to need you to get.”