“Did you mean”—Thomas sounded quiet—“to write your notes … in mirror reverse?” Andrew looked up. Thomas slid the pages back to him, but his expression had gone carefully blank, a useless precaution against Andrew, who knew him well enough to dissect it. He didn’t even know how to write in mirror reverse. He hadn’t … he didn’t know— He scrunched the papers and stuffed them in his satchel. Silence sat between them: Andrew frozen while his brain
