Georgia's voice grew, breaking.
"If it were up to me, I'd want you drowning the way David did—"
Nancy sobbed harder.
"—bleeding the way Martha did—"
More sobs.
"—and begging the way I begged while you smiled, as the ship sailed away."
Nick lifted a hand to stop her.
But Georgia's fury burned too bright.
"You don't deserve forgiveness. You don't deserve peace. And you certainly don't deserve to die that easily. If it's up to me, I prefer you getting eaten by sharks while you are conscious and crying in pain. "
She straightened.
"You and Raymond don't even deserve death. That's actually an easy way out. You both deserve to rot in hell while your skin and flesh burn over and over, every day and every night!"
Nancy's face collapsed completely—despair, terror, heartbreak melding into one.
Georgia took a long, shaking breath.
