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Chapter Eighteen

HYPOTHESIS: A heart will break even more easily than the weakest of
hydrogen bonds.

It wasn’t the sun high in the sky that woke her up, nor housekeeping—
thanks to Adam, likely, and a Do Not Disturb sign on the door. What got
Olive out of bed, even though she really, really didn’t want to face the day,

was the frantic buzzing on the nightstand.
She buried her face in the pillow, extended her arm to grope her way to

her phone, and then brought it to her ear.
“Yeah?” she bleated, only to find that it wasn’t a call but a very long

string of notifications. It included one email from Dr. Aslan congratulating

her on her talk and asking for the recording, two texts from Greg (Have u
it.), one from Malcolm
seen the multichannel pipette? Nvm found
(call me when you see this), and . . .

One hundred and forty-three from Anh.
“What the . . . ?” She blinked at the screen, unlocked her phone, and

started scrolling up. Could it be one hundred and forty-three reminders to
wear sunscreen?

Anh: O

Anh: M
Anh: G

Anh: OMG
Anh: Omg omg OMFG