When Diana Taverner had presented Slough House as a fate worse than being fired from MI5, Georgie had blindly assumed it was Taverner's way of pushing her out of the service, of allowing her to think that leaving MI5 entirely was the best outcome.

But as she stared up at the exterior of the unlikely location for a branch of MI5 to be based she was quick to conclude that Taverner was being brutally honest. Calling it an office was generous, it was a crumbling shell set above a workman's cafe that Georgie deduced would only fill the office with wafts of grease and fat.

The weather didn't do the building any favours, beads of rain hitting her body and the pavement like ping pong balls on a wooden floor. She was grateful for her brother's insistence that she take an umbrella despite her stubborn refusal earlier that morning, because she was sure that turning up to work resembling a drowned rat wasn't the first impression she wanted to present to her new colleagues.

There was only so long she could stand outside the building until it got weird, she knew that she had to bite the bullet and head inside. She followed the instructions that had been sent to her by Catherine Standish that morning and made her way towards the back of the building, heading up the steps to the door that she had been informed required a firm shove to open.

"You're here," A petite older lady smiled as Georgie crossed the threshold, immediately startled by the welcome.

"I'm here," Georgie nodded, "You must be Catherine."

"That's me," She replied, delighted not to be called by her surname for once, "I'll take you up to Lamb, he runs things around here."

"Jackson Lamb?" Georgie sighed, having heard many tales of the legend himself throughout her years as an agent.

"Just take everything he says with a pinch of salt," Catherine smiled as the women made their way upstairs, passing a handful of rooms that she assumed were used as offices, "He means well, but he just has a...unique way of doing things."

"Sounds familiar," Georgie muttered as they continued making their way up the stairs.

"Georgie?"

Georgie looked over her shoulder to see the face of a friend that she hadn't seen in almost three years. Sid had been her best friend throughout her time as an agent, and she was there when she was at her lowest. But people drift and circumstances change, while Georgie attempted to juggle life as an agent and a mother, floating between various departments in an attempt to avoid someone she'd rather forget, Sid was busy rising through the ranks of MI5.

"Sid," Georgie smiled, glancing between Catherine and her old friend, "It's good to see you."

"You too," Sid nodded, "They said we had a new inmate, didn't think it'd be you."

"Life likes to keep us on our toes," Georgie answered.

"I just didn't imagine either of us ending up here," Sid remarked, which given their records of exceptional performance over the past six years, was a valid statement.

"Yeah," Georgie toyed with the rings on her fingers, "And I assume you know why I'm here."

"Well, we're not really meant to ask, it's like prison," Sid replied with a smile of reassurance, even though she knew enough of what the press had printed.

"I'm starting to see that it's not dissimilar to prison," Georgie remarked.

"Georgie," Sid exhaled with a change to her tone and sense of urgency in her voice, "There's something I need to tell you."

"Standish!" The bellowing voice from upstairs startled the three women, "Where's the new girl?"

"Come on, Georgie, he doesn't like to be kept waiting," Catherine gestured for her to follow her up the stairs.

"I'll catch you later, Sid," Georgie smiled over her shoulder, "It's good to see you again."

Catherine knocked against the door, a gruff, 'Come in' came from the other side. She pushed the door open, gesturing for Georgie to follow her in.

"Ah, our newest reject," Lamb sighed as Georgie and Catherine entered the office, "Take a seat," He gestured to the seat opposite his desk, "Standish, get the girl a tea or coffee or whatever it is the Justice Minister's daughter drinks."

"I'm fine without a drink, thanks," Georgie smiled awkwardly over her shoulder before returning her attention to Lamb.

"I'll be downstairs," Catherine nodded before promptly leaving the room.

"Lady Di tells me you were one of her best," Lamb remarked, relaxing into his chair.

"Her words not mine," Georgie sighed.

"So how the fuck did you end up sitting in front of me instead of running undercover opps on whatever it is The Park are working on these days?"

"I think you already know," Georgie glanced down at the newspaper that had been published a few weeks prior, plastered with the cropped photos of her doing a line of cocaine at the club with the headline reading 'JUSTICE MINISTER'S DAUGHTER BINGES ON COCAINE AT PARTY.'

"Oh, that," Lamb nodded with a subtle smirk, "That I can respect, you still did the job, you're probably the least shit of the fuckwits you'll be working with."

"Is that meant to be a compliment?" Georgie frowned.

"It's the closest thing you'll get to one as long as you're here," Lamb sighed.

"So what exactly is it that you do here?" Georgie asked, given that most of what she knew of Slough House was based upon rumours and heresy.

"Anything The Park thinks is too tedious for their precious little agents," Lamb huffed as he slumped back in his chair.

"Sounds delightful," Georgie quipped.

"What does that father of yours make of all this?" Lamb asked, "I've read your file, he must've had a word or two to say about his daughter being bedded by the sodding defense minister."

"He's not really talking to me," Georgie sighed, "I think he's just relieved that my job means they kept that bit out of the press."

"Can you imagine it?" Lamb scoffed, never having had much time for the business of politics, "They'd lose their fucking minds if they knew a politician's privately educated daughter was working at MI-fucking-5."

"Probably sounds better than being labeled a homewrecker," Georgie muttered with a smile.

"Well, as thrilling as this discussion is, you've got work to do," He told her, "And fuckup colleagues to meet, Standish will have a desk sorted for you."

"Are you going to introduce me to them...or?" She asked, watching as Lamb raised his eyebrows as if to suggest he didn't intend on moving beyond the confines of his office, "Yeah, okay, I'll work it out."

"Just ask Standish," Lamb called out as Georgie made her way out of his office.

She laid eyes on Catherine, who was sitting at a nearby desk, offering her a smile as she approached, "Lamb said you'd introduce me to everyone."

Catherine glanced between the pile of paperwork she had been tasked with filing and the young woman stood in front of her, taking immediate sympathy for her. Catherine knew enough from what Lamb had told her to know that she was an exceptional agent, and her being at Slough House was of course a punishment for her affair with the Defence Minister, but Catherine had seen and heard of far worse paths to Slough House.

"The rest of the offices are downstairs," Catherine told her, "That's where you'll be working too."

"Do they all know I'm coming?" George asked as they made their way down the flight of stairs, reminded of Sid's apparent surprise at her arrival.

"They know we've got a newcomer, just not who or why," Catherine informed her, leading the way down the narrow corridor, "But Lamb thought it would be better if their first impression of you wasn't..."

"The photos," Georgie sighed with a slight smile, "It's fine, I knew it was inevitable when I took Taverner's offer."

"Her offer?"

"Slough House instead of permanent expulsion from the service," George explained, "I just need to earn my place back at The Park."

"Mmhmm," Catherine hummed, knowing deep down that the probability of returning to The Park after a stint at Slough House was non-existent, "Here we are."

"This is the office?"

"Yeah, I did sort a desk for you, we'll just have to hope no one's claimed it for extra working space," Catherine smiled as she entered the room, Georgie following close behind.

"Well, well, well, if it's not the one that got away," Georgie rolled her eyes at the sound of an irritatingly familiar voice.

"Roddy...you were just a prepubescent baby face last time I saw you," Georgie smiled at Roddy who was leant against one of the desks, automatically resuming their workplace dynamic that formed in the two months he lasted in her department, "Glad to see some things don't change."

"And you are just as easy on the eye as you always were," Roddy smirked, earning a thump on the arm from Sid.

"Aren't you the daughter of the justice minister?" Another woman in the room cut Roddy off, whose face was unfamiliar to Georgie, "I'm Louisa."

"Amongst other things," Georgie nodded, mentally preparing herself for what was to come next.

"I knew I recognised your face," Another one of the Slow Horses spoke up, "Oh, I'm Min."

"Right."

"So, if you're Mark Knightly's daughter, that means you're Georgie Knightly...second desk's golden girl," Min remarked as Roddy tapped away on his laptop, "What are you doing at Slough House?"

"She fucked the primary." Roddy told the room without looking up from his laptop.

"I mean I think HR called it getting too emotionally involved but hey, why let niceties hold us back?" Georgie muttered, glancing at Sid who offered her a nod of support.

"And this?" Roddy displayed his laptop screen, plastered with the uncropped images of her sitting in a booth with Robert and his friends, doing lines in an exclusive nightclub, "What do they call this?"

"Where did you find those?"

"I hacked into your file on The Park's system, big whoop," Roddy muttered, "So, what do we call it?"

"Roddy, just leave it," Sid sighed, knowing enough about undercover operations to know what the most likely reasons for such images were.

"I was undercover, and I wasn't going to risk blowing my cover," Georgie told him.

"Interesting choice of words," Min muttered, earning a scrunched up ball of paper to the head from Louisa.

"So, now we're all acquainted, we should probably get back to work before-"

The sound of a door slamming startled Georgie, who as she scanned the faces of her colleagues concluded they were used to the sound.

"Ho, did you hack into the cashpoint on Goswell Road and block my card? I don't even know why I'm asking, of course it was you." An all too familiar voice called out as the sound of footsteps up the stairs got closer and closer.

Georgie's heart thumped against her chest, it might have been at least six years since she'd heard that voice but she could recognise it in a heartbeat. She glanced at Sid who's eyes were trained on the notepad on her desk, as though she couldn't quite bring herself to make eye contact with her once closest friend.

"What's going on?" The same voice asked as he stood in the doorway, and Georgie was simply relieved that her back was facing him.

"You're late," Catherine told him, "I've just been introducing everyone to our newest addition."

"Right."

"Georgie, this is River Cartwright," Catherine told her as Georgie slowly turned to face him with a nervous smile, "River, this is Georgie Knightly, she's going to be taking the spare desk in your office."

Could it get much worse?

"You two must've worked together at The Park, right?" Min glanced between the pair, assuming that given their similarities in age and expertise they would've been part of the same unit at some point.

Georgie looked up at River, waiting for his answer, unsure of what to say, wondering what he might say to avoid an uncomfortable conversation. There was part of her that hoped that he'd admit to how he hurt her, but the other part of her hoped that he'd spare her the hurt of reliving it again.

He had changed in so many ways and yet she knew she could still pick him out in a crowded room. He looked older of course, his facial hair was more prominent than it had ever been and his hair wasn't as tame as she remembered it. But his eyes, they hadn't changed, their deep haze and

As she kept her eyes on him it was as though the pain she had done so well to heal from was as raw as the day it happened. The way he had disregarded her feelings, the way he had abandoned her, the embarrassment she felt as her parents broke the news to the guests while she remained in the hotel room, her older brother cradling her as she sobbed.

"We erm...we trained together," River replied, clearly bewildered by the situation he'd found himself in, "And then we were in the same department for about two years."

"Until I went into undercover opps," Georgie added.

"And shagging politicians," Roddy muttered under his breath.

"What?" River glanced between him and Georgie as Sid punched Roddy in the arm, harder this time.

"I'm not sure it's anyone's business who Georgie's been..." Catherine's voice trailed off awkwardly.

"Shagging?" Roddy quipped.

"I'm starting to see why they sent you to Slough House," Georgie sighed, earning a smirk from Louisa and Sid.

"I'd tread carefully around Roddy, he has a tendency to dig for dirt in people's pasts, use it as leverage," Louisa told her, knowing that it was for the best to keep work and personal lives separate, yet seemingly unaware of the past that River and Georgie shared.

"You got any skeletons in your closet, Georgie?" Roddy raised his eyebrows in intrigue.

Georgie glanced at River, who's eyes were darker than she ever remembered them being, she supposed people changed a lot in a six year span, much as she has.

"I suppose that depends who you ask," She kept her eyes on River before returning her gaze to the rest of the group, "Anyone want a coffee?"

"You don't drink coffee," River was too quick to reply.

"I do now, a lot can change in six years," Georgie quipped a little too bitterly as her new colleagues exchanged looks of intrigue and concern.

"I'll come with you," Sid promptly stood up from her desk, feeling a responsibility to diffuse the hostility that could have been avoided if she'd been successful in intercepting Georgie on the stairs earlier, "The usual?" Sid looked at each of her colleagues who simply nodded.

"Let's go then," Georgie smiled awkwardly as Sid led her out of the room.

"George, Georgie!" She heard River's voice as she trailed after Sid, stopping her in her tracks.

"Flat white with oat milk," She replied as she turned to face him, "Yeah, I remember."

"Can we talk?" He asked and as she stared back at him she wondered what went so wrong for him to end up in Slough House, well she knew what had happened, everyone knew about Stanstead, she had just always been of the belief that River was the best agent she knew, the sort of agent who wouldn't fuck up so bad that he'd end up in Slough House.

"We are talking."

"I'll wait outside," Sid called out as she continued down the corridor.

"Look, I just...I just want to explain everything," River sighed, seeming already defeated, "We could get a drink after work or something and just...talk."

"You've had six years to explain why you abandoned me on our wedding day, River," She muttered, ensuring the others wouldn't hear, "And you're the last person I want to go to the pub with right now."

"Well I'll be here, I'll wait...until you're ready," River told her to which she silently turned on her heel and made her way down the hallway, opening the front door and joining Sid on the fire escape steps.

"I was starting to worry we'd be scooping River up into a body bag," Sid's smile promptly faltered as she noted the frown on Georgie's face, "Yeah, I realise now isn't the time for humour."

"Why didn't you tell me you're working with him?" Georgie asked as the pair wandered down the street towards Sid's preferred coffee spot.

"I didn't want you reliving it all over again, it was irrelevant until you joined Slough House," Sid told her honestly, "And I know it would have driven you crazy knowing that he was so close."

"Has he ever mentioned it to you?" Georgie replied, hoping deep down that River had spent the past six years regretting his decision to abandon her and their wedding, "The way he left?"

"He asked how you were in my first week," Sid answered as they reached the local cafe, "I said we hadn't spoken in a while, and then I told him that I would always remember what he did to you, and how cruel it was."

"You didn't tell him about Nellie, did you?" She asked, anxiety building in the pit of her stomach.

"I didn't, and I know he hurt you, Georgie, but do you really think he wouldn't reach out if he knew he had a daughter?" Sid remarked, filling Georgie with relief, and yet deep down she knew Sid's point was likely to be true, that if River knew about Nellie, he would probably want to know her, he might even try to be an active part of her life.

"She asks about her dad every so often," Georgie told her as they entered the cafe, "Mainly on Father's Day, when all the other children at school are making cards for their dads and she just has to make one for her Uncle Alex instead."

"Your brother was basically a dad to her in those first two years," Sid smiled as they joined the queue.

"He still is," Georgie sighed, opening her phone and pulling up a photo she'd taken of them both on a trip to Bournemouth beach and showing it to Sid, "They are absolute best friends."

"She looks just like you," Sid smiled fondly, choosing not to admit that the little girl also shared many resemblances with her father too.

"What can I get for you, ladies?" The cafe owner smiled at the two women.

"The usual please, Theo," Sid replied, turning to Georgie, "And?"

"A mocha, please."

"Take a seat, I'll bring them over when they're ready," He told them as Sid handed over thirty pounds from petty cash.

"So, are you going to tell River about Nellie?" Sid asked as they sat at the table in the window.

"Maybe...I don't know," Georgie sighed, "Toying with the rings on her fingers, "He asked me to go for a drink with him so he could explain everything."

"And I'm assuming you said no."

"It's going to take more than just two pints of beer to undo the damage he did," Georgie told her.

"You're still wearing your engagement ring," Sid remarked, noticing the familiar ring that River had proposed with, except it wasn't on Georgie's ring finger anymore, it was now on her index finger.

"I know six years is a long time, but I just can't quite bring myself to get rid of it," Georgie replied, "But now that we're going to be working together maybe I should get rid of it."

"Georgie, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Sid assured her.

"I should've just quit, if I'd have known he'd be here then I never would've taken the offer," Georgie pushed her hair out of her face with a heavy sigh.

"You would've given up working for MI5 for River Cartwright?"

"I was ready to give it up for him and our baby six years ago," Georgie huffed, "My reasons would've just been different this time."

Georgie had spent what remained of the day being inducted into Slough House life. Catherine had given her a desk in River's office, talked her through the filing and computer systems before giving her a large pile of files and paperwork to sort through and file.

She spent most of the day under River's watchful gaze, and as much as he pretended he wasn't watching her work he couldn't help himself. He needed to know that she was alright, he wanted to know what she'd been doing in the six years since he broke her heart. He wondered if she'd moved on that time, he wondered what she'd make of the fact that he hadn't. He just wanted to know her again.

"Hey," Sid appeared in the doorway to Georgie and River's office, keeping her eyes on Georgie, "I'm heading home, we could grab some food if you want?"

"I can't, I'm having dinner with the family," Georgie told her as she slipped her jacket on, "I'm meeting Alex near the Barbican."

"How is that lovely brother of yours?" Sid smiled as she leant against the doorframe, noticing that River was also readying himself to leave the office.

"Still a teacher," Georgie told her as the pair began making their way out of the office and down the stairs, River walking a few paces behind them both, "I couldn't think of anything worse."

"Being responsible for the education of thirty odd kids, yeah, I'd hate that too," Sid sighed, wondering what Alex would think if he knew that his little sister was working with the man who broke her heart, "So, what did you make of your first day in purgatory?"

"I knew it would be tedious, but I think Taverner may have undersold that aspect of it," Georgie replied as they stepped out onto the street.

"You'll get used to it," Sid assured her, "Well, I've got to meet a friend, but I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Sid," Georgie smiled.

"Bye, Georgie," She glanced between the two former lovers, "Bye, Cartwright."

Georgie watched Sid walk further and further away down the street until she disappeared around a corner, leaving Georgie alone in the company of River yet again.

"So, what did you make of your first day at Slough House?" River buried his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels as he stood beside Georgie.

"Don't do that." Georgie sighed.

"Do what?"

"Act like this is all normal, act like it's not been six years since you..." Her voice trailed off as she let herself properly look at him, "Since you abandoned me on our wedding day."

"Georgie, I want to explain everything, if we could just sit and talk without any distractions-"

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that," Georgie muttered.

There was a part of her that wanted to hear what he had to say for himself, and she was tempted to take him up on the offer. But she had also done such a good job at burying the hurt he had caused her, she wasn't sure if she could face reliving it.

She observed how River's attention had turned to something across the road and as her gaze followed River's she was met with the sight of Alex and Nellie, walking hand in hand along the pavement.

"Who's the kid with your brother?" River asked as he watched Alex and the little girl take a seat on a bench outside the Barbican.

"His daughter," Georgie was quick to answer, "I've got to go, I suppose I'll be seeing you at work tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess so," River nodded as he watched her promptly cross the street, greeting her brother and the little girl each with a hug.

"You alright?" Alex was quick to ask his sister, sensing that she seemed uneasy and arguably on edge.

"Yeah," Georgie nodded as she watched her brother's gaze wander to where she had stood before, where River remained.

"Is that River?" Alex muttered in disbelief, "You're working with River?"

"Yeah, and I'd really appreciate it if you didn't cause a scene," Georgie sighed, glancing down at Nellie who remained oblivious to the adults' conversation.

"He broke your heart, Georgie," Alex reminded her, "I should go over there and do what I should've done six years ago."

"No, you can't," She pleaded with her brother, gesturing to Nellie, "I told River that she's your kid."

"You haven't told him about Nellie?" Alex hissed in disbelief.

"Told who about me?" Nellie looked up at the two adults.

"No one, Nell," Georgie insisted with a smile, returning her attention to her brother, "It was my induction, where exactly do you suppose I should've slipped it into conversation?"

"You lied about it, I'd say that's worse than not telling him," Alex sighed, scratching his beard as he glanced across the street to see that River was gone.

"Who's side are you on, Alex?" Georgie folded her arms across her chest, "Do I need to remind you of what that first year was like?"

"Mummy, I'm bored, can we go to Granny and Grandpa's house now?" Nellie sighed, clearly bored of whatever the adults were discussing.

"Of course, Nell," Georgie smiled, taking her daughter's hand in hers, "Tube or bus today?"

"Tube," Nellie declared.

"Excellent choice."

There were few occasions when Georgie would enjoy the company of her parents, dinner on a random weekday was not one of them. It had often been labelled as an opportunity for her parents to spend time with their only grandchild, but deep down Georgie knew that it was so that they could check up on her. The past six years hadn't been easy on Georgie, and she knew that there was a concern that she'd spiral or resort to unhealthy coping mechanisms, but she didn't, because she had Nellie.

As she sat beside Nellie at the dining table, opposite her mother and Alex while their father sat at the head she remained stunned by their ability to sit in such perpetual silence.

"So, how was it at the new office, Georgina?" Jennifer looked across the table at her daughter with an attempt to diffuse the awkward silence.

"It was fine," Georgie nodded, mindlessly fiddling with the vegetables on her plate.

"Fine's a strong word, Georgie," Alex muttered, earning a frown from his sister.

"Don't do that," Georgie sighed, preparing herself for what was inevitably due to follow.

"What's your brother talking about?" Mark glanced at his daughter, having been assured that his daughter was in 'safe hands' and that Slough House would only be a temporary solution to allow the dust to settle.

"Why don't you just tell them?" Georgie told Alex, hoping he'd at least redact some of the truth for Nellie's sake, "You're clearly eager to."

Alex took a sip from his glass of wine, placing it on the table as he glanced between their parents, "She's working with him, with River."

"Oh, heavens," Mark pinched the bridge of his nose as Jennifer topped up her glass of red wine and took a large gulp, "Did you speak to him?"

"Yeah," Georgie exhaled.

"And did he apologise?" Jennifer asked.

"He said he'd explain everything," Georgie sighed before swallowing what remained of her wine, "I'm just not ready to go through all that again."

"Mummy, who's River?" Nellie asked innocently, having only ever heard the word used to describe a body of water that flowed out to sea, like The Thames where she and Georgie would often visit Southbank and people watch with fish and chips.

"Just an old friend, Nell," Georgie smiled awkwardly, hoping that would be the last she asked of him.

"Well, 'friend' is quite the stretch, don't you think?" Mark muttered, never having taken much of a liking to any of the men his daughter involved himself with.

"Dad."

"I suppose we can be glad he wasn't as bad as Roman," Mark sighed as Jennifer paused, glancing at her daughter to assess her reaction.

"What did Ro-Ro do, Mummy?" Nellie asked again, and Georgie feared she was just seconds away from deciding to take Nellie home.

"Nothing," Georgie lied, yet another effort to protect Nellie's perception of the man who had been such a significant part in her earliest years, "Now, can we please just talk about something else?"

"How was school today, Penelope?" Mark asked his granddaughter, using the name that was yet another unnecessary formality, the name that was nothing but the name printed on her birth certificate, a decision made by Georgie to satisfy her parents.

"Same as usual," Nellie shrugged, much preferring to be at home with her mum and Uncle Alex, eating pizza from the local kebab shop, watching her favourite cartoons while her Uncle Alex did impressions of the characters. But instead she was spending her evening in a house that didn't feel as though there was any space or provision for a child to be there.

"Nell told me she's got a school trip to the Tower of London next week," Alex told his parents, "Didn't you, kiddo?"

"We're learning about the crown jewels and palaces," Nellie nodded, glancing between her mother and uncle, sensing their hesitance within the conversation.

"That's exciting," Jennifer smiled at her granddaughter, reminded of when her own daughter was that young, "Your mummy went on a school trip there when she was a little bit older than you."

"Speaking of schools, don't you think it's time that we talk about securing Penelope a place at Bute House?" Mark asked Georgie, but she knew it was more of a statement than a question, she knew that her father wanted his grandchild to attend one of the best schools in the country, he'd even offered to pay for Nellie's place. But Georgie had never been keen on the idea of private education, it may have been all that she knew growing up, but it taught her enough about what she did and didn't want for her daughter.

"I'm not sending her there," Georgie was quick to shoot down the suggestion, "She's settled where she is, and I know he would agree."

"Unbelievable," Mark muttered under his breath, "That man has been back in your life for a mere minute and you're already considering his opinion on matters regarding my granddaughter's education."

"I just mean that I know what's best for her," Georgie sighed, feeling cornered by her father's words, "She's happy and settled where she is."

"You ought to remember who funds your lifestyle, Georgina," Mark rebutted.

"I do," Georgie frowned, "I have a job, a decent job that puts food on our table and clothes on our backs."

"The flat might be yours in name, but it's mine in principle," Mark reminded her.

"Because you gave it to me as a gift," Georgie quipped, unsure of what her father's intentions were.

"Well it was intended for you and River, wasn't it?"

Georgie glanced at Nellie who seemed confused by the whole conversation, reminding Georgie of what she had spent five and a half years attempting to protect her from.

"Come on, Nell," Georgie stood up from the table, "We should get home before it gets dark."

"Georgina, please stay," Jennifer attempted to reason with her daughter.

"I need to get Nell home, it's past her bedtime anyway." Georgie told her family, holding her hand out to Nellie.

"Don't be like that, Georgina," Mark sighed in frustration.

"Like what?"

"Causing a scene," He replied.

"I'm not causing a scene, it's been a long day, that's all," Georgie insisted, choosing not to get into the intricacies of why she wanted to leave, because that was as it always was, there had to be a reason for everything, a reason that would satisfy her father.

Georgie just wanted to go home.