GEORGIA’S ROOM – EVENING
Georgia pushed the door open, letting it shut softly behind her. The apartment was quiet, the way she liked it. She dropped her bag onto the bed with a small sigh and unzipped it. Inside, the file she had carried all day sat neatly on top. She picked it up, her fingers brushing over the edges as if it were something fragile.
Carefully, she walked over to her closet and tucked the file into the back corner, behind a row of jackets. Out of sight. For now.
She returned to her bed, reached into her bag again, and pulled out her phone. She stared at the screen for a second before dialing May’s number. Her nails tapped lightly against the phone as it rang.
One ring. Two. Three.
Finally, on the fourth, May picked up.
"Good evening, May." Georgia said, her voice low
