Georgia's POV:
My head is pounding and every shrill word feels like a sharp stab. Will and Rachael are watching, horrified, while dad and Walker try to calm mum down but she's having none of it.
"How could you be so reckless?" she demands and I have no sensible response for her so I stay quiet.
She's right to be angry. They all should be. They probably all are; the difference is, they know how to control their anger better than she does.
"Okay, okay," my father tries to pacify her, "she knows that she did wrong."
He's right. I do know. I know I was stupid and that I behaved irrationally. But I haven't decided if I regret it yet. That will all depend on whether Sherry is alive. If my stupidity saved her life, then I can't regret it.
Walker is stood next to my bed, his hand reassuringly resting on my shoulder. I lean into it, away from my mother's disapproval.
"Perhaps we should go home," dad continues, "and leave Walker to look after Georgia."