The door clicked shut and just like that he was gone. Georgia watched the closed door a minute longer in shock, before she snapped into action, throwing the blankets from her body, she jumped off the bed and ran after him. She had this irrational feeling that if she didn’t get to him now, she would lose him forever. Irrational because she had never had him to even lose him.
Just as she reached out a hand to turn the knob, it jiggled by itself, and automatically assuming it was him, she hurriedly pried it open, looking towards the doorway expectantly, but the face that greeted her made her stumble backwards in shock, looking towards the door with a confused frown.
Itadora smiled meanly at her reaction, eased by the fear and anger in her grand daughter’s eyes. Her shrewd eyes languidly sea
