Moments later, May’s parents walked toward them, their faces still tired from a long night. Her mother looked like she hadn’t slept a wink, her hair a little undone, eyes swollen. Her father’s arm stayed gently around her shoulders, supporting her as they neared.
Georgia stepped forward quickly, wrapping her arms around May’s mother.
“She’s going to be okay,” Georgia whispered, though her own voice wavered. “She’s strong. She’s just resting now.”
May’s mother nodded into her shoulder, pulling away with a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you for being here.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Georgia said softly. “I’ll be staying with her until she’s better. She won’t be alone.”
Lucian glanced at her. “Then I’ll drive you to your place so you can pack a few things. After tha
