"No," Sonia says, breath caught in her throat. God, she didn't come here to argue with a sick man, but she's completely seized up inside. "No...no, he wouldn't. He wouldn't ever. He -- what did he say? Did he tell you? How do you know for sure?"

She wants to hear him say he doesn't. She wants to hear him say it's just a guess, just a feeling, that he could be wrong, and he must be wrong, because he doesn't know Byerly. Not like Sonia does.