‘Who on earth did this?’
There was silence – the sort of silence you could have cut with a knife.
Emma looked at the room with a shocked expression. Her husband feigned surprise and his mouth opened then closed again without a single word escaping. Emma looked at the baby. He was only six months so she assumed that he was in the clear. That only left Samuel. She turned her stare on him and he returned it with an air of confidence.
‘It was Gonks. He’s a naughty boy. I told him not to do it but he didn’t listen. It wasn’t my fault.’