Gabe doesn't recoil, but he does look interested. He'd assumed--why he'd assumed he doesn't know, it all seems a blur--but he figured it out on his own, completely and totally.

Honestly, Gabe's kind of impressed. That's smart. He knew Wells was a genius, sure, but this is a different level of intelligence. Gabe half-smiles through the glass, watching him intently, until he says something not quite right.

Gabe's eyes narrow.

"That doesn't make any sense--I met her on a field trip. She was definitely married to you. How..."