There’s a fire on Glentworth Street late one night, when most of the city has long-since gone to bed. Just one building is even touched, burnt down to nothing in fact. The neighbours don’t notice the flames until it’s too late to do anything but keep them from spreading, and there are only a few smouldering cinders come dawn. People give the ruins a passing glance, but no more… until someone whispers a question about the residents, about the three little boys and their oft-distressed father. When firemen search through the ash and find bones, the fire gets a small slot on the front page. The next day, it’s deemed an arson, and the article gets a little more room, and a picture this time.
It’s a few days before someone remembers to put names in the obituaries, though nobody knows enough about them to make it of any meaning. It’s mostly a picture, a group photograph of a familiar-looking man, red-headed twins, and shy-looking blond.
Sam Tyler, age 39, with sons Liam, Scott, and Henry Tyler, age 4, died 4th May 2012.
