“Giroud, don’t be like this,” she said, looking stunned by his anger. “We could talk about it —”
“We’ve talked enough.” He sounded as if he were choking on hurt. “You should have stuck up for me. You should have stuck up for us,” he told her, hoisting his bag up on his shoulder. “But you didn’t.” He spun away, stalking off down the driveway.
“Giroud!” Kimiya shouted. But he didn’t respond. He reached the Mercedes and climbed inside. It sped away, sending up a cloud of dust.
“Kimiya!” Gabi started to run toward her sister, but her mother caught her by the wrist.
“Give her a moment,” she said. “She probably wants to be left alone.”
Mrs. Gindoblu’s gaze was bright and hard. Callum decided he had never been so uncomfortable in his life. He kept remembering Giroud saying, “Kimiya, tell the
