Wendy's POV
Georgia's whole body trembled in front of me. I could see the weight of what I'd just said settling on her shoulders: her brother's death, the fire, everything tied together. We thought it was just a drunken accident, a random tragedy just like what the court had declared. Now she knew better, we would finally know the truth.
She held my hand, her voice soft but trembling. "T-Tell me what really happened back then, if you can… but don't push yourself. Your recovery is much more important. Me and Katie are staying with Nick, and he hired bodyguards for us so we're safe. Your statement can wait."
I managed a faint smile. "It's okay, dear. I feel much better now. The pain relievers they gave me are strong. This isn't something we should put on hold."
"Hold on—if you really want to say it now, let me record it so I can give it to Oliver, so you don't have to repeat yourself." She fumbled for her phone, eyes darting with urgency.
