It’s the morning and your little brother, Ollie, has just walked into your room to wake you up. “Da’s passed out on the couch downstairs.” Ollie says. His tone quiet as if he’s about to get in trouble for it.

Usually the boys would come to Joey for him to protect them… but he hasn’t been home in three days. Dad beat him real hard and he relapsed. Our ma is basically a zombie. She hasn’t left her room in around a week and you doubt she’s even showered.

“O-ee gone.” Sean says as he waddles into the room behind Ollie, hand in his mouth. ‘O-ee’ is what he calls Joey. He’s still wearing his bob the builder pajamas.

Tadhg is leaning against your doorway with his arms crossed.