Georgia opened her eyes slowly, the soft morning light spilling into the room through the curtains. The storm was gone now.
The steady roar of rain had faded, leaving behind a gentle drip-drip of water sliding off the roof. The air smelled clean, fresh, like the world had been washed overnight.
She lay still for a moment, listening. The house creaked softly, as if settling after the long night. She could hear no voices, no footsteps, everyone else was still asleep.
Slowly, she sat up, pushing her hair back from her face. Lucian’s jacket was draped over the chair where she’d left it. She reached for it, fingers brushing over the soft fabric, and smiled to herself before setting it aside. She glanced at May who was still fast asleep and tucked the blanket around her.
Georgia stood, stre
