As my son Jonathan flopped onto the couch next to his mate Daniel, I looked up from my magazine.
āHi, lads, how was your evening?ā I asked them.
āGreat, thanks, Mrs Sloan,ā 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 Heād met Daniel Smith, then 19, at his new place, and theyād become close. They often popped over to visit.
āHeās my brother from another mother,ā Jonathan would joke.
Daniel had always been nice and polite to me and Jonathanās dad Paul, 46.
But, even so, something about him worried me.
While Jonathan workedā¦
