Growing up in post-World War II America, Becky always knew who she was- the daughter of a Holocaust survivor- and yet a label that had never really defined her because of how her father was. The only survivor in his family, Becky's father had always refused to talk about the past, having spent his entire adult life internalizing his pain and suffering rather than coming to terms with it. It's because of this that her relationship with her father has always been one of tumult and discord. But what if her father was not really whom he said he was? What if he was someone else? What if Becky's entire life turned out to be a lie?

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