“Is that one of your things?” he says. “My things,” Cora says, even though she knows exactly what Harvey means. “Yeah, like with your hands?” Harvey says, mimicking rubbing hand sanitizer into his palms. Cora doesn’t know how to answer. She’s not stupid—she knows she doesn’t do a perfect job of hiding things like that from Harvey or Yifei, but the fact that Harvey is saying it out loud makes her feel like he’s peeled all her skin off and is staring at the map of her veins.
