What is your dirty little secret!? #FamilySecrets

It's the middle of the night my phone rings. Reaching over sleepily, I fumble for it on my bedside table. I hear my daughter's voice. I'm now wide awake.

Her voice is shaky.

'I've been arrested,' she blurts.

'What have you been arrested for?' I ask, my sleep-addled brain still trying to catch up.