Selene POV
I sat across from Nora the cold metal table between us and a reminder of where I was. The bulb overhead cast a harsh shadow on Nora's gaunt face as she stared at me. Instinctively, my hand moved to my slightly swollen belly as I wondered why Nora called me back.
Nora's eye followed the movement, a flicker of something – disgust? Envy? Crossing her features before she spoke.
"I know you're wondering why I asked that you return," she began, her voice hoarse from disuse.
"To gloat more," I smirked.
"Well," Nora leaned back in her chair, a bitter smile twisting her lips. "I've been doing a lot of thinking in here. About the past. About … my mother.
My eyebrows rose slightly. Nora had never spoken about her mother before, at least not to me.
"What about her?" I prompted gently.
