George sighs, finally slumping down into the chair. Not because she's made up her mind on anything, but her feet do hurt. Sitting down is more of a relief than she wants to admit.

She's never been a particularly jealous person. It's only now that she realizes that's at least partly because she's never had any cause. Shaun's always been hers, end of story. But then she died and it turned out the story kept going, and now?

She doesn't know.

"I need a damn coke," she says finally. "I can't process properly uncaffienated."