The restaurant sat quietly on a sunny corner street, elegant but not loud, just the way Georgia liked it. She stepped out of her SUV, straightened her blazer, and shut the door behind her. The soft wind teased strands of her hair. Troy looked at her through the window as she leaned down slightly.
"Wait for me in the car," she said. "I won’t be long."
"Alright, ma'am," he replied.
Georgia turned and walked toward the restaurant entrance, watching as Bonnie and Andrew disappeared through the glass doors just ahead of her. Bonnie was holding her husband’s arm like her life depended on it. Georgia couldn't help the smirk that touched her lips.
Inside, the restaurant was warm and welcoming, with soft lighting and the gentle clinking of plates in the background. She spotted Andrew at a corne
