The slamming of the front door put an end to the twirling, but not before Katie's foot caught the edge of a chair. The loud crash was less deafening than the silence which followed. Harry eased his mother and sister through the back door.
"You clumsy bitch, I'll teach you," his father strode in, undoing his belt.
Harry raised his chin and straightened his shoulders, his voice steady. "It was me dad."