SLOANE
“Zero point nine nine percent. (0.99%)”
I heard it and for a second I thought I had misheard. I looked at Kade beside me and his jaw was stone and his grey eyes were fixed on the technician at the front of the room and the number hung in the air between all of us like something physical.
Then it landed. Really landed. And everything in me that had been holding itself together so carefully for the last two hours came apart at the seams all at once.
"That is a lie," I said. My voice didn't shake. It should have. I was shaking everywhere else, my hands, my knees, the breath in my chest, but my voice came out flat and hard and certain because I knew what I knew.
I stood up from the table and the legs of my chair scraped loud against the floor and the whole room turned to look at me
