She could copy it. Just this once. No one would know.

And that, she finally understood, was the whole point of Module 2.

At the bottom of her page, he wrote: “This is wisdom. No key required.”

But as she picked up her pencil, she remembered the story. Rama didn’t have an answer key when Sita was taken. He didn’t have a script when his own brother doubted him. He had to wander the wilderness of not knowing.

When Mr. Kwan collected the workbooks, he paused at Elena’s. He smiled.