“Do you know how cars run on fossilized dinosaurs, or how sound is stored in the groves of vinyl records?” A valley formed between Leo’s eyebrows and his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “No, but there are people who do. People who study that kind of stuff.” Nodding absentmindedly in agreement, I made my way to the corner, plucking at the fabric until it unfolded. “And there are those who study the reasons we can have two different rooms in the same place. I’m just not one of them.”
