ThirtyVicky sat in Jasper's chair, scrolling through her phone as her son lay motionless. The house had returned to normal after the incident a few hours previous. She had tidied the kitchen, replacing the furniture and restacking the shelves, where objects had moved and fallen. She sat, with a cup of coffee next to her, looking at f*******: as low cloud skimmed the trees outside. The machine beeped steadily, relaxing Vicky as she looked at her sister's photographs. A noise in the room made her look up from the screen. What was that? she thought as she scanned the bedroom. Jasper lay still, the rise and fall of his chest steady. Vicky was about to return to her phone when the duvet on the bed twitched.
“Jasper?” she said, standing up. He didn't answer. As she took a step forward, the bed
