My entire focus was on our parents. “You’re bleeding,” Mam choked out as she dabbed at Dad’s face with the sleeve of her jumper. “Oh god, Teddy.” Her words caused Joey’s entire frame to tense. “Are you fucking blind?” he roared. Swinging around to face them, he gently brushed my hair off my face and pointed to me. “She is bleeding,” Joey snarled, pointing to my face. “Shannon. Your daughter!”
