Nothing says “not a coverup” quite like five million pages of jet-black highlighter.

His whole life, Andrew Rothmueller has dreamed of making fusion energy a reality. As a freshman intern at a nuclear research lab, he finally has the chance to ask his most burning questions.

When the answers turn out to be classified far above his pay grade, he and his high-school sweetheart Lena Ringer find themselves caught up in the most damning conspiracy the world has ever known.

Their relationships and their own sanity collapse around them as they struggle to figure out what happened to them, why it has happened, and how to move forward.

In this short novel, Dane Sullivan dares to ask; If one’s pain is unbelievable, does PTSD appear to be schizophrenia? And what “help” reaches those living with such horrors?