Zak slammed the front door so hard the letterbox rattled, and the frame shook. Kate jumped in the kitchen. The knife clattered into the sink, carrots spinning off the board and rolling under the fridge. She spun round sharply. “Zak!” He didn’t stop; he stormed past the doorway and hit the stairs. Footsteps pounding up, bannister creaking like it was gonna snap. Kate threw the tea towel down and went after him fast. “Don’t...