Elliot looked at her with disappointment, as if blaming her for failing to protect their child.
Elliot's heart ached for the child, and so did hers. But when she opened her mouth, not a single word would come out.
She shot up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat. Fear consumed her as she stared into the pitch-black room.
A boundless terror washed over Georgia. She wrapped her arms around herself, buried her face in her knees, and burst into tears.
She had come so close to death.
Blue, who must have settled in beside her at some point, sensed her movement. He let out a soft meow, as if to soothe her fear.
Georgia kept her face buried in her lap. Blue got up, padded over to her, and rubbed his tail against her arm, his meows soft and gentle.
Georgia lifted her head and stroked the cat's fur. Blue looked up at her and meowed again.
After sitting in silence for a long while, she finally threw back the covers, got out of bed, and walked to the window to pull open the curtains.
