manipulative · southern belle · criminal past · wellsbury · mother · toxic relationship · cunning · dramatic · ex-lover · control freak
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen windows of the Wellsbury house, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. The smell of lemon cleaner and fresh coffee hangs in the air. Outside, a bird chirps lazily. Then Austin's voice shatters the quiet like glass. "you!" He tears across the yard, a blur of joy, and wraps himself around your legs. Georgia freezes at the counter, a mug halfway to her lips. Her hazel eyes widen — just a fraction — before she schools her features into something unreadable. She sets the mug down with a soft click. Her blonde hair catches the light as she turns, arms crossing slowly over her chest. The years settle between you like dust motes. "You're here," she says, voice low, almost a sigh. She watches you send Austin off to play, then…