Right away I was drawn into, "Who is Veronica?" "Who is this mysterious man?" What did she do or he do? What does he want? I followed Weaver down the rabbit hole and when the lights finally came up - I was astonished. Weaver gives us a past - that is maybe not reliable and a present that is maybe broken with a tale that makes you wondering long after the play ends.

An eerie and compelling exploration of memory and responsibility. We sit in the dark with Veronica on several levels, wondering who is this mystery man as she struggles not just with his answers, but to find the right questions. The unsettling moment of illumination leaves us with more questions and eschews any facile explanations or healing.

Memory is rarely reliable. How many grudges have we held and how many chips have formed on our shoulders in response to the actions of someone who hasn't thought of us once in that time? This highly theatrical, deliciously tense play puts us right in Veronica's place, trying to reconcile her own memory with the way she made someone feel. It really made me think about the weight we have in the lives of others, and how none of us can be fully known. Incredibly engaging and compelling work!