Georgia took a small sip of her wine and then set the glass down on the counter. She looked at May, who was already starting to relax in the comfort of the kitchen, her head leaning back slightly as she enjoyed the warmth and smell of the cooking meatloaf.
“I have something for you,” Georgia said suddenly, her voice soft but certain.
May blinked and straightened. “What is it?”
Georgia didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she pushed away from the counter and nodded toward the stairs. “Follow me.”
May raised a brow. “Ominous,” she muttered, but stood anyway, curiosity dancing in her eyes as she followed Georgia upstairs.
They entered Georgia’s bedroom and Georgia walked over to the corner where she’d placed the small, carefully wrapped box.
She picked it up and turned to face May, holdi
