Georgia didn’t answer.
Her throat felt tight, her mind refusing to form words.
The girl blinked again, glancing over her shoulder like maybe she expected Lucian to appear any second. When he didn’t, she shifted her weight awkwardly and said, “He’s not home right now.”
Georgia’s lips parted, but nothing came out. She just nodded once, stiffly, the movement barely visible.
“Okay,” she managed to whisper. Her voice didn’t sound like hers.
The girl frowned slightly. “Do you… want me to tell him someone came by?”
Georgia shook her head. “No. It’s fine.”
She turned around before the girl could say anything else. Her legs felt heavy, her chest hollow. The night air bit at her skin, but she barely felt it. Her steps were uneven as she walked back to her car.
Behind her, the door clicked sh
