“You shouldn’t have had alcohol anywhere in the fucking house!” Ryke yells. “I brought it home after a company party. I didn’t think—” “You’re living with an alcoholic, Connor! Do you not even care about him?” Their shadows stand tall behind a gray curtain, inside the nice hospital room with a couch and a bathroom. The door is shut so hopefully no one can hear them in the hallway. “I know you’re upset—” “You should be upset!”
