When I got back to the lab, Ian was already waiting for me. He walked over to my desk holding a cup of cheap instant coffee, wearing the same timid, harmless expression he always had. Still, there was a hint of triumph in his eyes. "Thanks for the data, Karl," he said in a meek voice, setting the drink on my desk. "Megan said I probably wouldn't understand some of the programs, so she's going to walk me through them herself."Don't be mad at her. She's just too kind. She only agreed to help because she felt sorry for me."I kept my eyes on my computer screen and ignored him. "Take your drink and get out."Ian's expression stiffened. "Karl, I know you're upset," he said, biting his lip. "But Prof. Ludwig is only doing what's best for everyone."As he spoke, he leaned one hand against my desk, deliberately knocking over the cup. Brown liquid spilled across the desk, soaking the corner of a picture frame. It was the only photo I had of Dad and me. I was seven years old the
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