Mira placed six pages on the table and kept the seventh inside her notebook.
Eli noticed. Of course he noticed. The habit of counting what someone withheld had grown strong in him long before the river, and admitting its cost had not made it vanish.
“These are the selected future notes?” he asked.
“My remembered sequence. Places where I can separate seeing something from being told about it.”
“And the other page?”
“Present contacts. It isn’t part of this comparison.”
Juno put a clean overlay beside the pages. The private meeting room had been booked for one paid interval, and the next group would need it afterward. Sera had brought the receiving schedule and her revised survey allocation. Nothing about the room entitled Eli to spend the hour demanding the seventh page.
He began with what Mira had offered.
