Erasure

Every morning, Lyra Madigan loses the day before. Her husband says a rare illness ate her memory; a laminated card on the fridge tells her what to eat, when to walk, which pills to swallow. Then she finds a voice memo recorded at 3:17 a.m. in her own frightened voice: do not trust Simon. Seventeen more are waiting. Somewhere behind the blank hours, a previous Lyra has been building a case — and the nights are running out.