Cassidy had been in Geneva for a full day now. The hours blurred between meetings with lawyers, her visit to Pierre's family, and a silent tour of the charred remains of their warehouse. Her body ached, and her heart was heavy.
She was lying on her hotel bed, still in her black coat, staring at the ceiling when her phone lit up. Georgia.
Cassidy reached for it and answered with a tired voice, "Hey, G."
"Hey, Cass. How are you holding up?"
Cassidy sighed, her voice soft. "I'm okay. Just got back from meeting Pierre's family. It was… rough."
"I'm so sorry, Cass. Really," Georgia said gently. "You're staying another day?"
"Yeah. Still need to meet the team tomorrow and talk about relocating the warehouse. We lost a lot in that fire." She paused. "But I should be back the day after."
There was a pause on Georgia's end. And then she said carefully, "There's something I need to tell you."
Cassidy sat up slowly. Something in Georgia's tone instantly made her alert. "What is it?"
