Riley POV
I knew something was wrong when Sophie told me to wear a dress.
It was Saturday afternoon, and I had spent most of the morning inside my office reviewing the first annual report for Home Beyond Home. The business had officially completed its first year.
One year.
Twelve months earlier, it had been an idea inside a notebook.
Now, six families had ongoing contracts. Three trained caregivers worked under the company. Two more were completing their assessments, and I had started looking for a small professional office outside the mansion.
The numbers were not enormous.
But they were real.
Every salary had been paid.
Every expense had been covered.
The company had made a profit.
I had built something that belonged to me.
I should have spent the afternoon celebrating quietl
