By Lisa Davies (The Daily Telegraph – originally published August 08, 2009) — DAWN had barely cast a lukewarm hue across Sydney’s northern suburbs when a devoted mother-of-one entered her son’s tidy bedroom and woke him for the day ahead. It was a Wednesday in March last year, about 6.15am. Nothing unusual about it. Not yet, anyway.
As she did each day, she gave her son
a kiss good morning and headed downstairs to prepare for the day.
There was breakfast for her boys – a son and husband – to prepare, and lunches to pack.
She did not know her 16-year-old had snuck down three hours earlier and taken a huge knife out of the knife block