Callie's POV
I knew something had changed the moment Jenna stopped asking questions.
That was the problem with Jenna. When something bothered her, she usually talked.
She complained when someone annoyed her. She interrogated me when she thought I was hiding something. She could spend thirty minutes analyzing a stranger's behavior and another thirty telling me exactly what she thought about it.
But lately, she had become quiet. Not distant or cold. Just observant.
And I was beginning to hate it.
That afternoon, the three of us were in the sitting room. Jenna sat cross-legged on the rug with her laptop balanced on her thighs while I occupied the other end of the sofa. Dominic had come downstairs a few minutes earlier after finishing a call about Morgan Group.
I tried not to look at hi
