Chapter 3
Bryony lived on a fourth-floor walk-up with no elevator. There was security on the main door, which was something. Georgia didn’t like the thought of Bryony living there alone when someone could easily walk in.
Georgia pulled up in a parking space outside the apartment building and helped Bryony out. She seemed to be slowly sobering up and was able to stand up without wobbling. Even then, Georgia put her arm around Bryony’s waist and walked her to the door.
“Have you got your key?”
“Here.” Bryony fished into her purse and brought out a keyring, her apartment keys dangling from it. She slipped them into Georgia’s hand. “Do you want to come up?”
Georgia hesitated. She shouldn’t, not with Bryony as vulnerable as she was, but it was difficult to walk away. Especially when her ha
