“Yes.”
She stared at me.
“You don't know.”
“Know what?”
Before she could answer, a coordinator called her name.
She looked toward the testing hall.
Then back at me.
“I’m judging the mathematics final.
We should talk afterward.”
“About what?”
But she was already walking away.
I stood there with my coffee cooling in my hand.
Across the lobby, I noticed Noah near a water fountain.
He was speaking to someone.
Evan.
Michael’s son.
They stood close, clearly trying not to attract attention.
My first instinct was to walk over.
Then Noah handed Evan something.
A folded piece of paper.
Evan slipped it into his blazer.
They separated.
Noah saw me.
His face changed.
He walked over casually.
“What was that?”
“What?”
“You and Evan.”
“Oh.”
He shrugged.
“He asked where Lab C was.”
“You gave him directions on paper?”
Noah hesitated.
That was all I needed.
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“I inherited that from you.”
“I don't lie.”
“Exactly.”
