Eleanor's POV
I was seated in my office, completely immersed in the numbers sprawled across my laptop screen. I barely noticed the passing of time. The scent of coffee had long since faded, and the soft ticking of the clock overhead was the only sound keeping me company in the quiet room.
Just as I finished typing the last figure into the report, my phone began to buzz beside me. I blinked, dragging myself out of my focused haze and glanced at the caller ID.
Dad.
I picked it up immediately. “Hi, Dad.”
“Eleanor,” his voice came calm but layered with something else—weight. “Come home for dinner tonight. There’s something we need to discuss. All of us.”
That sent a flutter through my stomach.
“Sure,” I said, trying to keep my tone light. "I’ll be back before dinner."
"I just need to
