I try for courage but what rises up inside of me is sorely lacking. It's not courage that's for sure. Instead, I feel a cold despair.

None of this matters, anymore.

If she's dead... It's all pointless.

There's enough blood on the ground that she may well be dead. But, if there's one thing I know about Georgia Kentley it's that she's a fighter. She's strong.

Far too f*cking wilful for her own good...

Plus, if she had died, they'd have left the body. That's ...