Georgia's Pov
After I pretended to help Michael into the passenger seat and secured his wheelchair in the back, I climbed into the driver’s seat and let out a sigh of frustration without even realizing it.
The day's events had left me more stressed than I cared to admit, and it was taking a lot out of me not to break down in tears.
Michael glanced at me, his eyes filled with concern, as he noticed that I was looking a bit distracted. "Georgia, are you okay?" he asked.
I forced a smile, not wanting to bother him with the details of my argument with my father. I already made up my mind that I would not speak deeply about how terrible my relationship with my dad was, and no matter how badly I wished I could cry and yell how much I resented George, I didn't trust Michael enough to be th
