~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, ...