She’d returned from work around six, by which time Frankie was already ensconced in his car, ready to listen in to her every sound. The evening had started off well. Janice seemed in a buoyant mood, which he liked to think was due to his little phone calls. There was the sound of the kettle being...
She caught a glimpse of her dad, walking away from her. She banged furiously on the windows; she kicked at the door with her bare feet but was unable to get out and stop him. She watched him disappear into the darkness. Then the squeal of the train brakes came, so piercing that blood started to t...