Chapter 41Finally. Georgia sat on her side of the bed She propped the pillows up and against the headboard. And waited. She'd been wanting this talk for weeks. but now it was here she was apprehensive. Why am I so nervous. Maybe because he's initiating the conversation. I'm scared of what he might have to say?
“You'll never guess who I had a chat with a couple of days ago.”
Georgia knitted her brows. They'd had no visitors until today. “I don't think I can. Who?”
Sean looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. “My grandfather.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You mean, Grampa Feathers?”
“Yup. Only he came to me as himself, not as a raven.”
“Omigod. What'd he say?”
“Basically, that we're all victims of your accident. And the one thing we always had was communication. He said we can't commune
