KNIFE EDGE

Looking at my phone, I smiled to myself.

Are you coming out for a drink? my friend Kane Kotwica, 30, asked.

You guys can come over later if you like? I replied.

Kane and I had known each other for years, as our families lived in the same area.

He was sometimes flirty, but I only ever saw him as a good pal.

When he and a couple of his mates came over later that evening, my neighbour Kylie popped in too.

We had a few drinks, but by 4am, I was ready to call it a night.

‘Right, I’m going to bed,’ I said.

Kylie lived in the flat next door, so she went back to hers.

I told the boys they were welcome to stay, left them on the sofa and headed to my bedroom.

I thought I’d have a sneaky cigarette before going to