The police station was quiet, a bit too quiet for May's liking. She pushed the door open, her heels clicking hard against the tiled floor as she stormed in. Her face was set, her brows pulled together. Her chest was rising and falling fast. She was angry, worried, and ready to scream at anyone who got in her way.

But then she saw Georgia.

Sitting pretty across from a police officer's desk like she had all the time in the world, Georgia was calmly applying lip gloss. Her legs were crossed, her face relaxed like she was just waiting for her coffee order.

May blinked. "Seriously? This is how you're...