The first hint of dawn was just painting the sky when my phone buzzed, jolting me awake. It was Dad's secretary, and his voice, usually so composed, was laced with urgency. "Casper's been admitted to the hospital," he said, "He's in a very critical condition." My blood ran cold. Casper. Critical. The words echoed in my head, snatching away any lingering sleep.
I practically launched myself out of room, my mind a blur of panic. As I bolted out of the brothers room, I collided with their housekeeper, Mr. Thomas. He steadied me with a gentle hand, his brow furrowed with concern. "Whoa there, slow down. What's the rush?" When I breathlessly mumbled something about Casper, he immediately said, "Just a couple of minutes, please. Let me arrange a car for you."
Usually, I'd just hail a taxi, bu
