James
Charlotte's with Beth and Richard in the lounge. I don't want her to see me like this. And with Georgie sleeping upstairs, it's awkward. I don't know what to say to her.
So I don't try. Instead, I head for the kitchen where I can be alone. Splashing water over my face, I try to pretend that it's the soap making my eyes sting. Then I sit at the table, nursing a whiskey.
Georgie...
Stannis standing over her, unbuckling his belt... Sneering... Enjoying her fear... Her tears...
"Oh, God... No... Please... You want money? My father... He's rich. He'll pay..."
Of course I'd have f*****g paid...
My mind is churning. My gut clenching. I knock back the whiskey but I'm not truly enjoying it. My throat burns but there's no heat inside me.
Still...
Sliding the bottle across the table
