Andrew Macpherson bent down and gave his niece, Charlie, a cuddle. He managed to manufacture a smile, but it was only for the six-year-old’s benefit. The night before this morning had been a bad one. His sister, Laura Clarke, had raced over to his place to pick him up and found him in a state she had seen before.
“I drove him back to my house, he cried the whole way,” Clarke says. “Like a baby, just broken. He had drank and was devastated he’d let himself get to that point again.”
