Chapter 5 Georgia
G,
I’m not saying that as a medical professional, I could end a certain two-timing cat bastard’s life and make it look like natural causes because that would be unethical. Plus, leaving an electronic record of such a boast would be dumb. Beyond dumb. But I am saying that I have certain skills and righteous fury.
Let me know what you think.
-Freema
Georgia barely slept. She couldn’t fault the enormously comfortable bed or the snuggly, plush blankets. Other than a few creaks of the floorboards in the hall and the groan of wind outside the windows, the house was quiet during the night. She just couldn’t turn her brain off.
She kept running through scenarios, trying to wrest some control over the situation. The one thing she knew for certain was that no matter what the
