“You tell me,” Cola said, holding up a file. She tossed it on the ground a few steps away, and Park pulled out of Cooper’s loose grasp to retrieve it.

Cooper kept his eyes on Cola, and Cola stared right back at him. Even so, he could sense Park go still in his peripheral.

“What is it?” Cooper asked. “What does it say?” Cola lowered her hand, and he risked a glance at Park, who was still staring at the file. “Oliver?”

Park still didn’t look at him, but he did hand the file over, and Cooper accepted it cautiously. The tense silence in the room made him not want to open it.

But curiosity won out. It always did.

It took a moment for Cooper to understand what he was looking at. Someone had glued ripped up bits of paper to a stiff piece of cardstock like they were fitting together a puzzle. It looked like a printed out results sheet. The sort with sparse words and numbers and a mile of ominous white in between. The sort waved under your nose after medical tests or a bad financial diagnosis. In other words, the sort that never boded well.

None of the pieces were touching and some bits were missing, so it was difficult to make out what the results were for until Cooper saw the familiar, looping purple script at the bottom of the page—Impossible—and knew exactly what he was looking at.

He didn’t need to read the rest to remember what it said. He’d been the one to rip it up, after all. Right after finding it in some hidden files at the Maudit Falls retreat.

His AQ test. The one he’d been told was inconclusive but had actually tested 100.

Impossible.

Cooper looked up at Park, who was studying him like a stranger, like he was looking for something, or someone, he’d never seen in Cooper before.

“You recognize it,” Park said. Not a question.

“Yes,” Cooper said anyway, and Park nodded. Cooper didn’t know what else to say. He felt strange, defensive. Like Park was waiting for him to explain something, admit something.

But Cooper hadn’t lied to him. Hadn’t hidden anything from him either. He’d told Park that he’d found his tests in Maudit and that they were weird. He’d said he thought the nonconsensual drugging had messed with the results, and that was still true.