The red pulsating numbers read 01.17am from the Sony digimatic alarm clock, the light fell on the smooth polished surface of the mahogany colonial style bedside table, a red glow being cast into my parents bedroom, the white quilt was no longer residing on the bed and instead resembled a avalanche cascading of the mattress forming a snow drift on the floor next to the upholstered bed frame. The white door of Alice and Eve’s bedroom closed too, with no sign of life. The incandescent warmth from the ...