Georgia stared at her phone screen, her thumb hovering over May's name in her contacts. She'd called three times already. Three times, and each time it went straight to voicemail.
That wasn't like May.
May always answered. Always. Even when she was busy, she'd send a quick text. Can't talk right now or Call you back in five. But tonight? Nothing. Just silence.
Georgia sat on the edge of her bed in her father's house, her phone still in her hand. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. The house felt too big, too empty. Her father was already asleep down the hall, and the staff had retired for the night.
She should be sleeping too. It was late. She was exhausted from work. Her body ached, her eyes burned, and all she wanted was to crawl under the covers and f
