Someone with a very bright torchlight appeared. An angry aunt Christina with a man that was always in charge of the cows.

"So this is it?!" she yelled angrily and gripped Heather by the arm with such force she screamed.

"See what I told you Rob?? You see?! This little bastard!"

I looked at Rob. He was about aunt Christina's age. In his early thirties. He wasn't the man I'd seen in the kitchen that night. Who was that then?

Aunt Christina rushed at me, slapping me and ...