Molecules never die, I thought. Hadn‘t they told us that in chemistry? Hadn‘t they said a molecule of Julius Caesar‘s dying breath was, statistically speaking, in every breath we took? Same with Lincoln. Or our grandparents. Molecules exchanging & mingling, on and on. Particles that had once been others and now moved through us. “Evie!” said Jack. “Look! I found a sand dollar!” That was the sad thing about my molecules: they wouldn‘t remember him.