As my son Jonathan flopped onto the couch next to his mate Daniel, I looked up from my magazine.
‘Hi, lads, how was your evening?’ I asked them.
‘Great, thanks, Mrs Sloan,’ Daniel grinned.
It was spring 2018, and my Jonathan, then 20, had moved out and into shared accommodation, the previous summer.
I missed my boy like mad, but he loved having his own space.
Jonathan had a heart of gold, was trusting and loyal He’d met Daniel Smith, then 19, at his new place, and they’d become close. They often popped over to visit.
‘He’s my brother from another mother,’ Jonathan would joke.
Daniel had always been nice and polite to me and Jonathan’s dad Paul, 46.
But, even so, something about him worried me.
While Jonathan worked…
