Morag was illuminated on the floor by the soft moonlight coming from behind clouds, like a creature crouching down on all fours, wild-eyed and sobbing, she used the light to lurch forward, grabbing something from the counter and was by Rose in seconds, holding the long kitchen knife out towards her from her crouched position threateningly. Rose recoiled in fear.

‘You couldn’t just leave him alone, could you?’ Morag hissed, her breath heaving dramatically. ‘He wasn’t yours to take... He was mine!’

Rose dragged oxygen into her lungs trying to find her voice, her body shaking violently, and her eyes glued to the sharp metal, glinting in the light mere...