There were books scattered all around, tables upturned, and everything in disarray. The minimalist decorations were either broken into pieces on the floor or haphazardly pushed aside and the bookshelves were no longer in pristine condition with some books on the floor. But most importantly, the cash register was open with a few bills sticking out of its mouth, a couple more dollars littering the floor.
Aaron Miller stood there shocked and horrified in his brown bathrobe, his small dog barking away and yipping angrily. His hair was messier than ever, obviously asleep a few minutes prior. Georgina could do nothing but stare back, frozen in place and heart pounding a mile a minute.
Just what had she done? She did this; she willingly agreed to come and though there was a sense of familiarity that was nagging at her mind, she ignored it in favor of thinking of all the goods they could steal from this place. But at what cost? Her head and heart hurt just thinking about it.
