The 472

Tunde Nwosu has never missed a shift in nine years. He drives the 472 through Woolwich, pays the mortgage on time, and keeps his voice down. Then an old friend from Lagos knocks at midnight with nowhere to go, his charming brother arrives trailing debts, and his mother flies in with a secret in her lungs. Upstairs, his son is hiding something too. One small terraced house, five kinds of truth, and a man who has always believed he could hold everything alone.