Creaking with every centimetre, the old garage door rose to reveal an unblemished sky melding with calm water shimmering in post-dawn sunlight. A perfect summer day until the temperature began its habitual January climb into the high forties. For a few moments, Emma lingered beside her car, reluctant to abandon the tranquil scene, a temporary panacea for the internal turmoil she knew would multiply with every hour Cal spent at Frankston Magistrates Court.
Driving to the station instead of her usual walking had been a snap decision, made during an almost silent breakfast to facilitate a speedier return home. Cal stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen, his scarlet t-shirt and yellow boxer shorts framed by beige paintwork. Soon, he would be dressed in smart grey pants and the white shir
