17 Megan
I hear the sound of the front door closing, then Chris kicking off his shoes and walking into the living room.
‘How did it go?’ I ask. I presume fairly well, seeing as he’s back home a few hours later and not banged up in a prison cell somewhere.
‘Fine. They wanted to find out more about Riley from a school point of view. Asking about his friends, whether we had any safeguarding concerns over him, all that sort of thing.’
Safeguarding. The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. Could Riley have been killed by an abusive uncle or relative? It must happen all the time.
‘And what did you say?’
He shrugs. ‘What can I say? He was a normal little boy. Cheeky and cocky from time to time, but I had no concerns.’
‘No safeguarding issues?’
‘No, nothing.’
I sit down on the arm of the
