And then I realize I’m alone in a room with a guy I don’t know. Who probably thinks I came here for a booty call. Terror briefly flashes in my chest, but I shove it aside. I release him and take a quick step back. “Sorry.”

“Elena, what’s going on?” Adam sounds more confused than aroused. Good. If he tries to kiss me, I’ll punch him.

I turn toward the door, but I’m not sure I want to go out there yet. The scientists might still be lurking, and I don’t want to have to explain why I’m in Adam’s room. But if I stay here I’ll have to tell Adam something.

I fumble for an explanation. “I wanted to grab a snack before our trip.”

His dark eyebrows pull together. He’s not wearing his glasses. “But why did you run in here like someone was chasing you?”

I glance at the door again. I can return to my room and pretend this never happened, but something makes me want to tell him what I heard. He’s a genius, so maybe he can make some sense out of the scientists’ words. But still I hesitate.

Adam pulls on a shirt and sits on the edge of the hospital bed. His room is identical to mine, with the crinkly paper and the untouched pink, backless robe. He puts on his glasses and studies me with those piercing blue eyes, as though trying to solve me like a math problem. “Is everything all right, Elena?”

I think of the origami unicorn he made me, currently sitting in my exam room with my other things, and make my decision. “I overheard two of the scientists talking near the elevator.”

“Right now?”

“Yeah. I heard Dr. Walters say, ‘How do you know it won’t happen again?’”

Adam listens in silence while I recite the conversation for him, word for word. When I finish, he asks, “Are you sure that’s what they said?”

“Yes.” I’m not sure if I should reveal my secret to him. But I figure we’ll all learn each other’s “talents” eventually. “I remember every word they said. I have an…eidetic memory.” It’s weird to say it out loud after keeping it a secret for so long. Feels like I’m stripping off my clothes in front of him.

Adam sits up straighter. “Really? That’s amazing.”

I don’t want to talk about it. I switch back to the topic at hand, which is far more important anyway. “When they finished talking, they started walking toward me. I didn’t want them to know I’d overheard them, but I didn’t think I’d make it to my room in time.”

“So I was just a convenient escape?” he asks with a hint of a grin.