When eighteen-year-old Connor pushed open the front door after school that Friday, he headed straight for the kitchen, dying for something cold to drink. Sure enough, there were his parents, Joe and Sienna Carter, already in their usual spots. His dad sat at the big wooden kitchen table, newspaper spread out in front of him, still in his work shirt and trousers. Mum was leaning back against the counter, arms crossed, sipp...

As the birds sang lightly outside, Nicky woke up with a start. He rubbed his eyes, still half asleep, but instinct kicked in almost immediately - his hand reaching for his phone. The camera app opened in seconds. There he was. “Son of a bitch…” he muttered, under his breath. On the screen, Jun Lee lay sprawled out, fast asleep in his mum and dad’s bed - completely at ease, like it was his own. From somewhere off-screen, t...

Josephine was humming to herself while sunlight poured in through the small kitchen window. Some station was playing one of her favourite golden oldies on the radio. Mark, her husband, was reading his newspaper, like clockwork every morning. Nicky also sat there, very quiet and full of anger; if his eyes could kill, they probably would. Josephine didn’t notice; she was feeling better than she had in years. Jun Lee shuffle...