Family Matters
HE SWITCHED off the radio when he entered the curling driveway. Something about the crunching of gravel beneath the car tyres soothed him. He felt the anticipation grow as the house rose in front of him.
Suddenly seven years felt like one day. If it hadn’t been for the phone call he’d received yesterday, it could well have been the day before Christmas seven years ago.
As he stood waiting for the door to be opened after ringing the doorbell, he turned and allowed his eyes to take in the once-comforting surroundings now only filling his heart with dread.
The sound of the latch moving in the door behind him made him turn to find a middle-aged woman smiling at him.
“Hi, I’m here to see Sandra. Uhm, mrs Burnett,” he corrects himself.
The woman stepped aside and replied with
