I blink at the tool sitting nicely in the palm of my hand, then back at Selina. I tuck it back where it belongs, trying to shake off the lingering and unsettling feeling of surprise.

Does it mean something that she gave it back? Am I reading too deeply into this?

"You're right. It doesn't." I've been dragged through the mud enough to believe that, just a little. I stare at her hard, my expression unreadable. "But I was maybe being a jerk about the neighborhood thing. You're as free to make a life here as anyone else." A beat, and then a brittle, bitter smile. "Until it all gets torn away."