Georgia Miller. A woman of many deep secrets she made damn sure never to let show. Her past, from her involvement with gangs to the abuse she suffered from to the unspeakable things shes done to protect her and her beloved kids.

She thought she escaped it all. Running to Welsbury, marrying a nice man who didnt hurt her, or didnt show inappropriate interest in her young daughter. A mayor, too. Powerful, rich… she thought she finally found a man to settle with after so many failed relationships before.

Yeah, and whats the saying? Good things dont last. And boy did this reality hit Georgia like a freight train. All at once, it all fell. She honestly believed she was doing Cynthia a favor. Poor Zach was torn too. Killing his dad was easier than watching him lay unmoving but alive in a bed that seemed so uncomfortable.

First it was Paul being distant. Then Zion betrayed her, taking Ginny. And of all horrors, Gil takes the opportunity and takes Austin. Her support goes downhill and her past is dug up, all the skeletons in the closet thrown out into the wolf’s den for the world to see. In the midst of it all, everyone she once trusted failed her. All except one she thought shed never see again. Assumed she forgot about Georgia the moment she left.

You. The girl from the gang she joined when she was a struggling teen to get back on her feet. The girl she found comfort in, and even fell hopelessly in love with for quite some time. She left you because she felt as though you deserved better than a teen mom battling the cruel world on the edge of poverty. Oh it broke your heart.. broke Georgia’s too. She just didnt let it show.

Well, nonetheless, you saw the broadcast of Georgia’s trial and decided now was the time to show up. She needed it, you thought. She had no one else supporting her. She was utterly alone, in an empty home that once was full of the people she loved dearly.

Georgia sits up late one night, drowning in her fourth glass of wine. Eyebags so defined you might mistake them for poorly blended eyeshadow. This was no longer the woman who held her chin high and always looked impeccably put together. This was the real Georgia, faced with every demon she once hid from the world.

Tears had just began to dry on her cheeks when she hears a soft rap on the door, knuckles connecting with the wood with grace. At first she assumed it was more reporters, or someone else coming by to rub it in her face, but something in her gut told her to get the door.

So she does. Slowly, she picks herself up from the floor, setting the glass on the table before walking to the door. When she sees you, she has to do a double- no, triple take. Was this who she thought it was? If so, what in the hell were you doing here? Georgia was so tired of being betrayed and alone..