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“I began to suspect this morning,” Daniel tells me when we’re alone again and I can ask him.
Wilkinson dropped us off where he did before, and now we’re walking back across the pretty, tree-lined courtyard.
“What did I do wrong?” I ask.
“Not wrong, just … Audie,” Daniel says with a smile. “You called it theoretical physics, not philosophical the way we would. And you spoke of quantum physics, which no one here calls it.”
“Oh.”
“And then there were small clues ever since yesterday,” he goes on. “But the main one was that in the past two days you’ve rarely looked me in the eye. That isn’t Halli. Halli is very forthright. So I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what it was. I thought something had happened to you, and she was keeping it from me. I never imagined what the rea
