BROKEN TRUST
Rushing through the front door, my little boy Toby was as excited as ever
Bouncing past me, he headed straight to his Auntie Susan.
‘Someone’s full of beans,’ my sister Susan chuckled, inviting us both in.
My five-year-old boy and I had recently moved and were now living just down the road from her.
Susan would often watch Toby while I was at work, so we saw her most days.
As I made us both a cuppa, Toby was still practically bouncing off the walls.
‘Calm down, you,’ I laughed, giving him a pat on the head.
Like any other five-year-old boy, Toby was full of energy and
