"Pregnant and feral"
“You’re… what?” Glen says, genuinely disoriented.Zak’s head snaps up. “Wait… pregnant?”Kate doesn’t look away from her husband. Her hands are flat on the table now.“I’m pregnant,” she repeats, a little firmer this time.“That’s not possible,” he says, shaking his head....
"They just couldn’t stop"
Glen walked in the front door around eight thirty, looking like the day had chewed him up and spat him back out.Tie loose, briefcase dropped by the hooks, shoes kicked off. The kitchen smelt thick with cheesy beef casserole-tomato sauce,...
"Not her, but close enough"
Zak slammed the front door so hard the letterbox rattled, and the frame shook.Kate jumped in the kitchen. The knife clattered into the sink, carrots spinning off the board and rolling under the fridge. She spun round sharply.“Zak!”He didn’t stop;...