“Wait a minute!” Mum protested. She tore her eyes from the shadow. “There is no way we’re leaving you or Charley when the world is ending. Forget about it.” “She’s right,” Dad said. “God knows I’m still trying to work out what else we are, but we’re a family.” My family believes in family. I went through phases in my teenage years when that was embarrassing beyond words, but at that moment my throat tightened. Now, of all times, my eyes felt hot. Again.
