-No. So does that put paid to the theory she did it? Smothered the kid in her bed, shot hubby?

-I never thought Abby did it. She was so great in In The Family – I just can’t see it. She was so pretty.

-Casey was pretty too.

-But don’t you think in kind of a bitchy way – like those low-cut tops, the short skirts? Tacky.

-Yeah. So to go back to the prints, the only ones on the gun were Casey’s and the dad’s, David Safran’s?

-Right. Could he have shot himself, that was the question. The police said no.

-One expert said no, one said maybe. Ugh, why can’t these things just be clear-cut? Like come on, people, you’re the scientists! Give us a straight answer!

-I know. And what about the blood smear on the kitchen cupboard – Casey’s blood? She said she’d cut herself earlier in the day, but it’s pretty suspicious if she just walked in and found them dead, isn’t it?

-Right. And she had Abby Safran’s blood all over her. Her feet, at least. Said she ran over to check on her and walked in it.

-Yeah. We’ll talk more about that evidence after this message. In order to record our podcast, we need to have a good night’s sleep. And the best mattress we’ve found for this is DreamPockets. Use the code killmenow – all one word – for a ten percent discount . . .

Rachel

Rachel

It’s no surprise that I often dream of that house. Sometimes I’m running through it, frantically searching each room for something. The laundry room where I washed Madison’s sheets so many times, in the pre-dawn grey. David’s study. Abby’s yoga room. The TV room. They are always deserted.

In my dreams I never look in the cupboard where I hid. I don’t know if I ever saw inside it until that day, and much was made of that, whether I could have randomly found it in a state of great panic, since it was so rarely opened. Instead, I rush upstairs in my dreams, feet sliding on the carpet, and through the bedrooms. My own box room, my narrow bed, the noisy air conditioner. Carson’s little room – and that’s when I realise that he’s missing. Abby and David’s room, and I only peek inside, as if I’m ashamed to go in there. It’s clean and empty, the duvet pulled tight. Their en suite bathroom is empty too, as is the main one. There’s no indication that two small children live here.