A harsh knock rang out from the front door of the farmhouse in Camberwell, forcing James awake. A man from the outside cleared his throat and called out. “James? Are you in there boy?”

James’s bloodshot green eyes shifted up from the ground to the door, his hands tensing on the arm rests of the lounge chair he sat on.

“Come in,” he said with a voice that sounded like he hadn’t had any water or spoken in a day.

The door opened and James ...