The next morning came quiet and bright. Georgia woke up early, sunlight streaming through her curtains and landing softly on her bed. For a moment, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Yesterday had been long, and talking with her father had somehow lifted a weight off her chest.
She pushed the covers aside and sat up, her feet touching the cool floor. After a quick shower, she slipped into a simple beige suit and tied her hair into a low ponytail. Her movements were steady, calm. She wasn’t rushing. It felt strange, being back in her rhythm again, like she was finally taking her life back piece by piece.
When she stepped out of her room, she found her father sitting in the living room with Mark. Both looked up the moment she walked in. Her father smiled faintly, but there was a s
