GEORGIA
I ordered my driver to bring the car back around. I needed a medical professional I could trust. I needed Dr. Lexie.
Her private clinic was located on the quiet outskirts of the city. I marched past the receptionist and pushed open the frosted glass door to her office. Lexie looked up from her paperwork, her eyes widening in profound shock.
"Luna Georgia?" she whispered, standing up so fast her chair hit the wall.
"Just Georgia now, Lexie," I said softly, closing the door behind me.
Lexie crossed the room and pulled me into a fierce, bone-crushing hug. I felt her tears dampen the shoulder of my coat. I hugged her back, feeling a genuine wave of comfort. She had been the only one to show me mercy six years ago.
"Look at you," Lexie said, pulling back to wipe her eyes, her gaze
