May waved back from the doorway, her smile small but full.
“Bye, G.”
“Bye, May.”
Georgia got into the car and pulled the door shut. The silence inside wrapped around her like a thin sheet, not heavy, but not quite light either. She rested her hands on the steering wheel for a few seconds, staring ahead.
Then she reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and tapped Mark’s name.
The line rang twice before he picked up.
“You done babysitting your friend?” Mark teased.
Georgia rolled her eyes with a tiny smile. “She’s not a baby. And yes, I’m done.”
“Good. I was starting to think you moved in there.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” she said, adjusting the mirror with one hand. “I’m heading back now.”
“You sound tired.” He said.
“I’m fine. May just got back from her trip and I figured it w
