“So, where is he, then?”

Aidan comes to lean casually in the kitchen doorway, looking just west of horrific: bones protruding, skin bruised and papery, eyes mildly bulging, lips cracked and hair lacklustre. Seems the meds have really set in now.

“Surely he can’t still be licking his wounds. It’s been a week,” he presses, looking between his family members.

When their parents don’t answer him, Aures reckons they must be battling with their ...