CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Six months. Twelve months. Hong Kong. Free to see other people. Leave Molly here for now. We’ll sort out what’s best for her later.
Georgie had shadowed AJ, mutely watching him extricate his life from hers. Lastly, he went into their bedroom and did a sweep through the wardrobe, saying he’d return for the rest.
Her body a dead weight, she’d sunk to the end of their unmade bed. AJ had hugged her, then left. She’d heard the door close, his car fire and accelerate away.
The writing had been on the wall for their relationship for a long time, but now that it had ended, cold grief over the loss of their love, and possibly their friendship, had taken a grip, and she’d been rooted to the spot for hours with his voice swirling in her mind. Meanwhile, the landline shrilled a
