After a few days of rest, my fever was gone, and the swelling on my face had finally faded.
The moment I stepped into the office, Adrian quickly went over the day's schedule with me. "Ivy, throw that away," he said.
I walked to the trash can. That was when I saw it. The anti-inflammatory medicine I had bought for him had already been tossed inside.
I almost reached in to take it out. But when I glanced back at his desk and saw a new bottle sitting there, I hesitated.
In the end, I left it where it was. Maybe it wasn't that my medicine didn't work. Maybe it just hadn't come from the right person.
It was my birthday today. I had planned to celebrate with Lucy, but Adrian's call interrupted everything.
"Ivy, bring me a box of protection," he said.
When I didn't respond immediately, his
