Nick's POV
Dad's gaze swept across each of us, lingering on Georgia and me the longest.
"So until the police dismantle every piece of his operation, we don't let our guard down. No complacency. No solo errands. No unnecessary trips. And Georgia"—he softened slightly—"you especially need to prioritize rest."
Georgia gave a small nod, though I could see the lingering tremor in her shoulders. My arm instinctively tightened around her.
Dad clapped his hands together lightly, like sealing the conversation. "Alright. Enough for today. Let's all go home. Let Nick and Georgia rest—they've been up since dawn."
Liam opened his mouth like he wanted to argue, but Dad lifted a hand.
"We'll figure things out. After Raymond and Nancy get their sentence—soon, from the looks of it—then we can breathe a little easier. And once that happens…" Dad's face broke into a tired but warm smile, "we can focus on planning Liam and Ella's wedding without any shadows hanging over us."
