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Chapter Twenty

HYPOTHESIS: People who cross me will come to regret it.

She had to lie.
Again.

It was becoming a bit of a habit, and while she spun an elaborate tale for
the secretary of Harvard’s biology department, one in which she was a grad

student of Dr. Carlsen’s who needed to track him down immediately to
relay a crucial message in person, she swore to herself that this would be
the last time. It was too stressful. Too difficult. Not worth the strain on her

cardiovascular and psychophysical health.
Plus, she sucked at it. The department secretary didn’t look like she

believed a word of what Olive said, but she must have decided that there
was no harm in telling her where the biology faculty had taken Adam out
for dinner—according to Yelp, a fancy restaurant that was less than a ten-

minute Uber ride away. Olive looked down at her ripped jeans and lilac
Converse and wondered if they’d let her in. Then she wondered if Adam

would be mad. Then she wondered if she was making a mistake and
screwing up her own life, Adam’s life, her Uber driver’s life. She was very

tempted to change her destination to the conference hotel when the car
pulled up to the curb, and the driver—Sarah Helen, according to the app—

turned around with a smile. “Here we are.”
“Thank you.” Olive started getting out of the passenger seat and found
that she couldn’t move her legs.

“Are you okay?” Sarah Helen asked.