Ava's POV I woke up the next morning with a mild headache. Everywhere was cleaned up, and although I vividly remembered everything that had happened last night, I couldn't recall Cordelia tidying up the place.

“Good morning, dear,” she greeted with a tray of hot tea.

“Good morning,” I stretched, inwardly feeling guilty for having to stress her the way I always did. “You deserve a healthy sleep, too. You know that, right?”

“Oh, I do, but taking care of you like I always did when ...