Georgiana hurriedly stepped out of the car, her heart racing as she approached her grandparent's house. Ignoring the chatter from family and neighbors in the living room, she opened the door and rushed inside.
“Georgiana! Do you want to eat breakfast?” her father called. Without turning back, she replied.
"No, I’m not hungry,” and dashed up to her room.
Arthur, carrying groceries and entered just behind her. He caught he father's questioning glance at her. He was frustrated and concerned. As he waited for Georgiana to respond, his gaze fell on her bandaged legs. She wad running after stairs towards her bedroom and she really understood that she had to be resting and not running. The man was mad already.
Arthur's thoughts raced. Now, he couldn’t shake off his own anger at her reckless
