Small Hours by Bobby Palmer

There is a fox, roaming in the early hours, watching, waiting on the edge of things.

He sees a family thrown together for the first time in years. A man with wild hair, growing older and confused; his son, lost and unconnected; a daughter denied her dreams; and a wife and mother about to leave them all.

He sees the moments – big and small – that have divided them. The nighttime disappearances, the angry footsteps on the stairs, the silence at the dinner table.

But why has the fox followed them here? And can they find their way back to each other, before it’s too late?