The sun peeked through the tall windows of Georgia's bedroom, casting soft lines of light across the floor. She stood by the mirror, adjusting the final button on her pale grey blouse.
Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and her makeup was light. Today, like every other, she looked put-together. Calm. Ready. Or so it seemed.
Downstairs, the sound of a car horn pulled her from her thoughts.
She grabbed her bag, heels clicking softly against the floor as she made her way out the front door. Outside, the black SUV waited. Troy stepped out quickly, opening the door for her.
"Morning, Ma'am." he greeted, his voice calm.
"Good morning, Troy." she replied, sliding into the backseat.
Naomi, seated beside Troy in the front passenger seat, turned slightly with a tablet in her lap and her glasse
