The realization made Sylvia Newton panic. How could she have no fans?

No.

Sylvia grabbed her mother’s arm. “Mom, I—”

Her hand touched something unexpectedly warm. She looked at her mother in shock—her face flushed, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

“Mom? You’re so hot!”

“It’s nothing,” Mrs. Newton forced a smile despite her discomfort, seeing her daughter’s worried expression. “Don’t worry. I just have a slight fever. Once I sweat it out, I’ll be fine.”

Sylvia didn’t think much of it; she wasn’t overly concerned anyway. Hearing her mother say that she let it go.

She pouted. “Mom, can you buy me some fans? I just started my...