Sarah Turner’s revenge story about a mother whose son comes gets beat up at a nightclub is a trip. The mother’s rage builds slowly throughout the story, and the ending is shocking.

She didn’t have a plan. It just felt better to be moving, and Luke had seemed so exhausted, she thought he’d sleep into the afternoon. She left the car in a side street and walked towards the nightclub. She was exhausted, and jittery with it, and anger was pulsing through her steadily in waves, filling her with an unsteady energy, which pushed her to walk even faster. What she was doing was pointless. She kept telling herself to go home, but she had an overwhelming need to keep going.