No longer smelling the cloying chicken soup, Georgia Thorne's stomach finally started to settle.
In truth, she hadn't thrown up much. She hadn't eaten anything since last night, so all she'd brought up was water, at most.
Georgia drank a few sips of water and turned on the TV, just in time for a news report.
It was a local news segment about someone who had drowned after jumping into the sea.
News like that was a daily occurrence. Georgia glanced at the screen, about to change the channel.
But when the man on the screen turned his face to the camera, the glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor.
Shards of glass and hot water hit her feet, but she didn't even notice.
Her eyes were glued to the person on the screen. 'How could it be Zane Lennox?'
The body had been discovered in the early hours of the morning by fishermen heading out to sea.
Zane Lennox's face was swollen from the seawater, but his features were still recognizable.
