Georgia sat inside her car, the engine still running as soft music played faintly in the background. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, but her eyes were locked on the dark screen of her phone. She sighed. No text yet. No call. Nothing to tell her that May was awake.
Her thoughts drifted back to Bonnie’s wild eyes, the way she yelled like a person who had lost all reason. Georgia's chest tightened. She wasn’t sure what scared her more, what Bonnie had done or what she might still do.
But one thing was clear now. Bonnie had crossed a line.
Georgia leaned back in her seat, exhaling slowly. “If she thinks hurting May would make me weak, she has no idea what she’s started,” she muttered to herself. “I’m done being the quiet one.”
She would go for Sylvester himself. The one thing Bonnie
