Callie's POV
The next morning, I woke up with the taste of fear still sitting at the back of my throat.
For a few seconds, I didn't remember why. Then I remembered the headline.
Morgan Group Faces Major Financial Crisis.
Dad. The company. The collapse.
My stomach twisted. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and checked for a message before I even sat up. Nothing from Mum. Nothing from Claire. Nothing from Dad.
I stared at the screen for another few seconds before putting it down. Maybe no news was good news.
At least, that was what I kept telling myself.
When I got downstairs, Jenna was already in the kitchen. She was standing by the counter with a mug in her hand, scrolling through her phone.
She looked up when I entered.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Her eyes immediately narr
