Georgia was curled up in bed, the room dim except for the soft yellow glow from the lamp beside her. She was scrolling through her phone, trying not to think about Sylvester or Bonnie’s dumb threats. Her stomach still felt tight, and her head ached a little from too much overthinking.
Just then, her phone rang. It was May.
She blinked and picked up.
“Hey,” she said, her voice a little tired.
“Hey you!” May chirped. “What are you doing?”
“Laying down. Trying to breathe. Today’s been a lot.”
“Well, guess what? I’m coming to get you. We’re going out tonight.”
Georgia sat up a bit, eyes narrowing. “Out? Like where?”
“Somewhere fun. We’re going to hang out. I won’t take no for an answer.”
“May,” Georgia groaned, rubbing her forehead. “I just got divorced. Like, officially. Do you reall
