Chapter 406: Double Standards

Georgia's POV:

Once they leave me, I climb into the front seat, desperate to see whatever is visible from the car, although apparently that isn't much.

I watch as Trent and my father put on their bullet-proof vests and I send a silent prayer out to anyone who might be listening that they won't get hurt.

I'm counting the minutes, almost the seconds but time doesn't move quickly at all. They are standing just within the police cordon. Trent appears completely at ease, except for the slight movement of his finger, tapping against his tricep, as he stands cross armed, staring at the house in front of him. My dad looks stoic as ever, completely focused on the job at hand.

I wish that I could be out there with them, I think to myself as I watch them closely. I understand why they want me to stay in the car. I get that I'm a distraction to them in this moment because they're scared for me. I get it but it doesn't mean that I like it.

In fact, I f*cking hate it.