~CELINE~
Sleep didn't come easy that night.
I tossed and turned, the mysterious text message haunting me every time I closed my eyes. By morning, I had read it at least fifty times, trying to crack who could have sent it.
"Mommy, you're making funny faces," Caesar said, giggling as he watched me from across the breakfast table.
I forced a smile. "Am I? I was just thinking about something, sweetheart."
"About Mr. Hunter?" he asked innocently, mouth full of cereal.
My cheeks warmed. "No, not about Mr. Hunter. And don't talk with your mouth full."
Caesar swallowed his food. "I like Mr. Hunter. He's nice to me."
I sighed, running a hand through my uncombed hair. Hunter had been nothing but kind to Caesar, which only confused me more. The man who could be so cold to me showed such gent
