CLAIRE

"What kind of problem?" I asked, my hands tightening on the steering wheel.

"Quality control," Nina replied, her voice strained. "We have a major issue with the spring collection."

My stomach dropped further. "How major?" I pressed.

"Very," Nina said. "Can you come back to the facility? We need you here immediately."

"I'm twenty minutes away," I replied. "Tell me what happened."

"Better to show you," Nina said. "Just get here."

The drive back to the facility felt like it took hours instead of twenty minutes, my mind raced through possibilities, each one worse than the last, the spring collection was supposed to be perfect.

We'd checked everything multiple...