Looking out the window on 20 February 2022, the snow had lifted.
But me, my partner Jose, 34, and our children Sophia, 15, Khloe, 13, Paul, 10, Alyse, seven, Delilah, five, JJ, three, and Olivia, two, weren’t keen on the cold.
So, on an unusually warm, sunny day in Oklahoma, the kids begged to play out in the front yard.
‘Go on then,’ I smiled.
Holding Olivia in my arms, I supervised from the front door – with Jose getting ready for work as I prepared lunch.
Behind me, I heard Jose getting out of the shower.
I’ll get his slippers, I thought.
The kids had been on their own for literally a minute, when I heard a horrible noise.
It was a deep growling noise. I could hear snarling, too – it sounded like a dog fight.
Our next-door neighbour had five Pit Bulls and I
