Selena's perspective:
Rushing home in the rain might have felt cool at the time, but now I was paying for it.
I had been feeling lousy since yesterday—fever patches weren't doing a damn thing anymore. The coughing wouldn't stop, and I was at my breaking point.
I dragged myself out of bed, shuffled to the living room, and started rummaging through the drawers.
"Weird, I was sure I put the cold medicine here," I muttered.
No matter how hard I searched, the medicine box was nowhere to be found.
"s**t!" I knocked something over. Turning my head, I saw my sketchbook on the floor, open to a portrait I drew years ago of Cedric—back when he was blind.
He looked different then, more vulnerable, like he needed someone.
Now he was a charming, successful man. But no matter what, I had to ad
