Georgia pulled into her father's garage, the engine rumbling softly before she killed it. The overhead light flickered on automatically, casting harsh white light across the concrete floor. She sat there for a moment, her hands still gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles white.
Troy escaped. The words kept repeating in her head, over and over, like a song she couldn't turn off.vTroy escaped.
Her chest felt tight. Heavy. Like someone was pressing down on it with both hands.
She closed her eyes, taking a slow breath through her nose. Then another. And another.
It didn't help.
She opened her eyes and stared at the garage wall in front of her. Everything looked normal. Ordinary. But nothing felt normal.
Georgia reached for her phone, pulling it out of her hoodie pocket. Her thumb hov
