Twenty
Kevin and Louise sat on the sofa in the living room, with their grandson between them, listening to Toby recounting his adventures. The joy of having him back let some light into the dark spaces they had lived through in his absence.
‘Were you scared?’ asked Louise.
‘A bit but they didn’t hurt me. They just said they couldn’t do anything about Grandpa Kieran and we had to leave.’
‘Did you realise they had killed Grandpa Kieran?’ said Kevin.
‘Yeah. I didn’t believe them when they said he had just fallen over and hit his head.’
‘What were they like, these men?’ asked Louise.
‘George was alright. He watched the football with me. He’s a Power supporter. He teased me a bit when they beat the Crows. I didn’t like Malcolm. He gave me the creeps.’
‘What did they say when they found
