Georgia's POV
The call from the hospital came while we were still at the dining table—Wendy was finally awake. Relief washed over me, but the nurse reminded us visiting hours in the ICU weren't until later. Waiting was torture, but at least it gave me time to prepare.
Vicky didn't let me brood for long. She whisked me off to the mall, insisting we pick up more things we needed. I clutched the seatbelt as she drove, guilt tugging at me. "Sorry to bother you like this. I would've taken my own car if it wasn't in the shop right now."
Vicky shot me a playful look, her grin as bright as the noon sun. "Bother me? Are you kidding? I've been waiting for this moment—shopping with my sister-in-law." She tossed the words so casually, but they warmed me from the inside out. "And even if you had your car, Nick would never let you drive yourself after what happened. Between the penthouse and the outside world, sissy, you're officially on the 'no solo trips' list."
