IN THE chaos of dinner, Caleb hadn’t heard the phone ringing, but the bonus of having so many people in one house meant that someone had. His little brother nudged him, forcing him to twist around.“What is it little man?” The eldest Clarke sibling asked.“There’s someone on the phone.” He was offering it to Caleb.“Thanks, go wash your hands.” He pressed the phone to his ear, flipping the omelette.“Is that Mr Clarke?”“Yes, it is, what’s the call regarding?” Caleb frowned.“We have a Mia Riley here, you were listed as her emergency contact.”Caleb dropped the spatula he had been holding, not noticing the way his sibling’s looked at him as it clattered nosily to the floor. “What is it?” He asked breathlessly, panic spreading across his chest, a lump clogging his throat. “What happened? Is she okay? Please tell me she’s okay.” He was already abandoning the dinner, rushing to find his boots and get dressed once again. “I need her to be okay!” For once, the male forgot his composure around those he raised.