“Leave my sister alone,” Tadhg growled, taking a step into the kitchen. “Your sister’s a cunt,” Dad slurred, focusing his attention on my little brother. “Are you going to defend a cunt, boy?” “Ollie,” Tadhg called out bravely. “Get help.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my nine-year-old brother cowering in the hallway with three-year-old Sean tucked under his arm.
