He walks past us into my room and stands there as I shut the door.
“Where have you been?” she asked, voice tight.
“Out. You got a problem with that?”
Her composure cracked. “You selfish bastard! You think about no one but yourself. Do you even know how worried Mom and Dad were?” Her voice broke at the end.
I felt like an intruder, standing between them as George stared back, unmoved.
“You never change,” she said bitterly. “Still shutting everyone out. I thought you’d gotten better, but clearly not. What are you on now, George? The same crap and drugs they sent you abroad for?”
He froze and his jaw tightened. She’d hit a nerve.
What? Drugs?!!
“Giulia, maybe....." I started, but she cut me off.
“I’m out of here.” She snatched her bag and paused at the door. Her eyes darted between
