TRUE-LIFE
Waves crashed onto the shore, and I clutched my daughter's hand before running into the sea.
‘I love it here, Mum!’ Chloe, then 10, grinned.
It was August 2010, and we'd just moved near the seaside.
Chloe was a firecracker who loved the outdoors.
It's the perfect place for her to grow up, I thought, watching her splash about with her little sisters, Emily, then 5, and Frankie, 3.
My gut feeling told me this Marc was bad news
Endless sandy summer days followed.
In time, Chloe grew into a thoughtful teen, helping me with the cooking and tucking her sisters into bed.
Of course, we had our moments, but
