Corrine had just slipped one foot out of her slippers, already halfway into the quiet ritual of ending her day, when her phone rang. The sound sliced through the calm of her bedroom, sharp and unexpected.
She frowned at the screen, her heart giving a small, uneasy jerk when she saw the name.
"Genevieve?" she answered immediately, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. "Did something happen to Franklin?"
On the other end of the line, Genevieve inhaled slowly, the kind of breath people took when they were bracing themselves. She wasn't surprised Corrine sensed trouble. Corrine always did.
"Corrine," Genevieve said, her voice steady but careful, "tell me about Cassie."
Corrine stilled. The pause stretched, thick and telling, and Genevieve felt it even through the phone.
