Raphael's POV

My morning started off quiet—too quiet. The kind of stillness that usually meant something bad was coming. I reached over to grab my phone from the nightstand, expecting the usual—maybe a message from Diana or a couple emails I could ignore.

But then I saw it. “Urgent Board Meeting – 9—00 AM” sent straight from Grandpa Lorenzo. No greeting, no context. Just a cold, sharp subject line that made my chest tighten.

He doesn’t send emails unless it’s serious. I ...