Chapter 3

When I got home, my parents were still waiting for me in the living room.

My dad looked like he'd aged overnight. He patted the spot next to him on the couch. "Summer, come sit down," he said.

"Dad, I'm sorry..." I said.

"I'm the one who should be sorry," he replied. He shook his head, looking defeated, his voice hoarse.

"The company's been in trouble for six months now. I kept it from you because I didn't want to ruin your wedding. Andrew was right. I really do need an investor right now," he said.

I was stunned. "Why…