I feel like time is reversing every time I glance at the clock. Fortunately, Jeanine hasn't brought up what we discussed last night. When I first laid eyes on Cesare, he looked straight through me, as though I were invisible. He didn't acknowledge my presence. This happened again when he returned from lunch. It hurt, and it infuriated me. I don't have the best temper – Bethany often calls me a bear when I'm set off. I'm at my worst in the morning, before coffee. Bethany has learned not to provoke me until I've had my caffeine fix.

So why, at seven fifty-eight, while watching the seconds rapidly pass on...