Polly's pupils dilated, her fingers tightly clutching the phone as she turned to interrogate Georgia.

"Georgia, are you concealing something from me?"

Georgia, instinctively flustered, unsure of where to place her hands and feet.

"No. What's the matter?"

Polly, enraged and unable to contain her fury, flung the phone at Georgia.

"See for yourself."

Her voice carried a hint of exhaustion, as if she had aged several years in an instant.

Georgia felt ...