"Who was that at the door?" Nora asked, obviously trying to change the subject before I got all mopey.

"Selene," I said, pulling the curtains open to watch the rain start coming down. "Last time she was going on about some 'collaboration.' Today she tried getting all buddy-buddy again. I shut her down."

"Her preemie's supposed to go home next month," Nora said. "Kid's doing great, but she hasn't shown her face once."

I flashed back to the last time I ...