Callie’s POV
By the third day, I had learned that there was a difference between knowing someone was helping your family and actually believing that everything would be okay.
I wanted to believe it.
Every time Dominic disappeared into his study with his phone pressed against his ear, I reminded myself that he was working on the Morgan Group case. Every time I caught pieces of conversations about creditors, contracts, investors, and court filings, I told myself that this was good.
My father finally had someone fighting for him. And that someone was Dominic.
The problem was that Dominic had become impossible to read.
He could sit across from me at breakfast and look completely normal, asking whether I wanted tea or coffee as though we had spent the previous night tangled together in a
