That's where I should have started the story. I sat for ages in the dark, with my head in a swirl. My thoughts were spinning round and round, like clothes in a washing machine. Bruising, I thought. Alcoholic. Social worker. Foster care. Scum. School. Measles. Cow. Mobile phone. Danielle. That was the beginning. But I'd forgotten that until now. I mean, but it's amazing what you can forget ...A powerful tale of one boy's mission to protect his younger sister ...no matter what the cost.