It was Donna’s turn to lose her temper. ‘Snap judgements! In four months you make a bit more than a snap judgement. I have been gradually finding all this out. I am your wife, Georgio, not some silly harebrained little girl who isn’t capable of taking the simplest thing on board. I have been effectively running your businesses, have got you out of the shit, and all the while I’ve been working in the dark! Everyone kept saying to me “You should look after his interests, he’s your husband.” Well, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing, in case it’s escaped your notice. And quite frankly, it would have been a lot easier if I had known the score from day one. For instance, I own the house outright - well, I never knew that. I also own the sites outright - you’re only a director. I own the car lot as well, and you’re a director again. What the hell is going on, Georgio? I’m dragged out of bed by two policemen in the middle of the night to be told that vandals have wrecked the motors on a whim! Do I look that stupid? Also, who the hell rang your brother Stephen up? He arrived all knowing and it didn’t occur to me until I was sitting on the blasted ferry today that no one from the police could have got in touch with him. I asked Davey last night if he had contacted anyone and he said no. So what I want to know now is, what else am I in the dark about?’

Georgio was stunned. Donna watched the different expressions flitting across his face and felt the urge to take him in her arms and love him until everything was forgotten. Instead she sat fast in her seat, knowing that this was make or break time.

Georgio dropped his eyes to the table in front of him and finally spoke.