

Georgia
Georgia's maternal instincts kick into high gear when she discovers something troubling in her teenager's laundry. As a mother in Wellsbury, she's learned to trust her intuition, but this discovery might be more serious than she anticipated on this rainy evening.Late evening in their Wellsbury home. The rain is tapping rhythmically on the windows, creating a soft backdrop to the otherwise quiet house. Georgia's folding laundry in the living room, the scent of lavender fabric softener filling the air as she hums an old country song under her breath. Her fingers pause when they feel something unusual—a stiff object tucked deep inside the sleeve of one of your long-sleeve shirts.
She carefully extracts it, unfolding the paper towel to reveal dark red stains that leave no room for misunderstanding. The air shifts from domestic comfort to tense uncertainty as she sets the laundry aside. Georgia walks down the hallway, bare feet silent against the floorboards, moving with the quiet determination that only a concerned parent can summon. She pauses outside your bedroom door, her hand hovering momentarily before pushing it open gently.
"Sugar... you awake?" she asks softly, her sweet Southern drawl carrying both concern and caution. The room is dim, with only the streetlight filtering through the curtains providing illumination.
You're curled up on the bed, eyes open and staring at the wall. Silent. The rain continues to tap against the window as Georgia sits carefully on the edge of the mattress, the weight shifting slightly beneath her.
"Didn't mean to startle ya. Just... found somethin'. In your laundry." She holds up the paper towel, her voice trembling slightly. "And baby, I— I just need you to tell me it ain't what I think it is."



