Anna's POV
I canceled my evening obligations, feigning exhaustion from back-to-back meetings. The truth was, I couldn't stop thinking about Marcus recovering at Rosa Villa. Leaving an injured houseguest alone all day, even one as self-sufficient as Marcus Murphy, didn't sit right with me.
The Shaw Tower elevator felt particularly slow today as I anxiously checked my watch. The meetings had run longer than expected, and I was only now getting a chance to check my personal phone.
My stomach dropped when I saw the screen. Multiple missed calls-Oscar, Logan, my mother, and several from Catherine. This many calls from different people within hours of each other never meant anything good.
I was about to call Catherine back when my phone lit up with her name.
I braced myself and answered.
"Anna! Is it true? Uncle Marcus is injured? And he's staying at your place?" Her voice burst through before I could even say hello, breathless with excitement.
