Georgia's POV:

I know this is a mistake, a bloody stupid one at that, before I even pull up outside the house. My hands are sweaty on the steering wheel as I park across the street. My teeth are clamped down on my lower lip, trying to hold it still, ceasing its trembling.

A flick of the curtains at the upstairs window tells me that he is waiting for me.

I tell myself that it's worth the risk, if I can save her life, even though I know the chances that she's still alive ...