Georgia jumped to her feet, her heart still beating faster than she liked. She hurried toward her closet, pulling the door open and rummaging through her clothes.
'Okay, casual but nice' She told herself, fingers brushing over a soft cream sweater.
'Not too dressed up. Not too plain.' She smiled.
She grabbed the sweater and a pair of fitted jeans, tossing them onto the bed. As she turned back towards the mirror, her elbow bumped the edge of her nightstand.
“Ah!” she gasped as a small wooden box toppled over, landing with a soft thud on the floor. The lid popped open, and out slipped an old photo, sliding across the floor like it had been waiting for this moment.
Georgia froze, staring at it. The room seemed quieter now, the photo daring her to pick it up. Slowly, she crouched down,
