NOLAN POV
An incessant buzzing pulled me from a heavy sleep. I was face down on my bed. My head felt like it was being hit by a jackhammer, and my mouth was as dry as sandpaper. I groaned, reaching blindly in the dark for my phone.
The screen blinded me for a second. It was 3:30 AM. The caller was my daughter, April.
In an instant, I was wide awake. The alcohol in my system seemed to vanish. I swiped the screen and pressed it to my ear.
"April? What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry to call you so early, Dad," she said. Her voice was shaking. "But it's an emergency. It’s Gweneth."
I scrambled to my feet. I started looking for my clothes, only to realize I was still wearing my tuxedo from the night before. I was a mess, but I didn't care.
"What happened?" I asked, stumbling toward the door. My mi
