Once upon a time, in an ordinary house in the suburbs lived an ordinary family.

If only that had been the end of it.

Because the daughter had to hide from the father, and the son could find no sympathy, so he hid from everyone, until one day they didn't have to.

But the price for that was high, so very high.

Some nights it felt too high, and they lay tangled in each other's arms, her hand in his too-long hair, his hand under her hoodie and imagined they were safe on the sofa at home while their mom cooked and their dad came home.