Selena's perspective:
I opened my eyes.
I felt a lot better—no more pounding headache, no fever. Maybe I could get back to work soon.
My phone buzzed suddenly. I rolled over and grabbed it from the bedside table. It was an anonymous email.
I clicked it open. Inside was a photo of my father.
Even though it was anonymous, I knew this was Daisy's way of threatening me.
She didn't need to remind me; I knew nothing could happen between Cedric and me. She really didn't have to worry about that.
I slowly got out of bed and walked into the living room.
Cedric was sitting at the dining table, looking at his phone, with my favorite cake in front of him.
"Am I dreaming, or has my brain finally fried?" I muttered, rubbing my head.
"You're awake, and your fever's gone," Cedric said, his voice
