


"Uncle Dave, it's me," Jack answered worried. He called the only person he knew could help him save his dad.

This was all his fault that he'd allowed his dad to live like this. He'd left him to wallow in his grief and guilt. When Emily ran off he was all his dad had and he took that from him like a selfish fifteen year old that could only see his pain. The only thing he hadn't respected was when he'd refused to grieve and started shutting him and Emily out. He'd at least tried to save him and had killed his killer. He still thought of him as his hero even when he didn't come home with his kid brother. It was all his fault! He should have helped him over his brother's death but he'd only been fifteen when he died. No, no, he wasn't going to take this! He had to save his dad no matter what he said! Why was he so stupid and selfish to have left him when he needed him? If he died there would be another death on his conscience. I love you, son, and I am so proud of you but please don't stop me from joining your brother. It's clear now your stepmother's never coming back. You deserve more than a hollow shell as a father. 'Jack, I'm sorry you deserve better than this. He picked the note up fearfully and read it. No, it couldn't be! He couldn't have done! He stopped when he saw a note on the kitchen table. There was no answer so he searched the house. "Dad, are you home? Uncle Dave told me you were due home yesterday." If only he'd known it would be the last time they'd see Toby alive.Īs soon as he stepped into the family home a feeling of foreboding had come over him and his chest tightened. He'd never forget how he'd told him to go away. It was all his fault! If only he'd been watching his brother instead of having a sneaky fag with his friends he'd never have been taken. He just couldn't bear the memories and reminders of his baby brother. He knew if someone wasn't keeping an eye on him he wouldn't eat. Jack had just got home to change his overnight bag and stock the fridge up to make sure his dad ate.
