One week after the warm family embrace. Who would have thought that I, Liliane, would be trapped inside my own room like Rapunzel imprisoned by her stepmother.
Not because I was punished, oh no. But because I had a… mild fever.
Yes, my sickness, apparently, wasn't leaving that quickly.
And predictably, my family reacted as if I had just fallen from a tower with a fire-breathing dragon chasing me.
Even though I was actually recovering, why did the fever continue for days?
After all, the dream was gone, and the cruel words of that potato had also vanished from my head. (Well, honestly, they'd probably pop up if discussed. I'm human, right?)
But more important than all that.
"DON'T GO OUT!" Father said, in a tone like I was about to flee to a battlefield.
"Just sleep!" Max said, every five minutes.
And Dominic? Oh, he even wrote a note on my door:
"Special Patient — Do Not Disturb. Do not let her escape."
