Chapter 48

I was very lucky that my parents were still so consumed by the mourning of my brother that they didn't worry about seeing me dragging a drunk man into the house.

They were sitting in the living room, still in that position I used to see them, waiting for my brother to come back.

They heard the door opening and my difficulty in dragging Edward with me, noticed our wet clothes and the flash of lightning that pierced above us at the same time, but did not make any comment before changing their attention to the crackling fireplace.

I took Edward to the living room, stumbling and cursing while he said disconnected and inaudible things.

Despite staggering strongly, the bottle remained very firm in his hand, and he let himself fall without spilling a drop of alcohol on the armchair closest to the fireplace.

My parents just ignored it.

His face was totally wet by the rain, but if I wasn't so wrong, I could have sworn that he was crying before he got to m