I was nearly finished getting Amelia ready for bed, all I needed to do was make her a bottle and than she'd be down for the night. I carry her downstairs, passed ink who was halfway through his fizzy drinks, I walk into the kitchen going to the cupboard to find we had no more formula. Than it hit me, this could be our escape plan, if I send ink to the shop's we'll finally be alone in the house to escape.

I walk into the living room, where he's throwing an empty can into his bag immediately opening a second one, that cannot be good for him.

"We're out...