I’ve lived in fear of Dad’s mystery killer for decades. Now it’s their turn to be scared

Our last chance to get justice for Mum lay with a 35-year-old ciggie butt

For years I didn’t know why he was slipping away Now I do, I’m fighting back

Mira’s mum and dentist dad appeared to have it all – but not everything was as it seemed…

I WAS lonely. Papa was a preacher and we lived and travelled in a painted wooden wagon, pulled by Jessie, a large and docile shire horse. We had few possessions; there was no room for what Papa called

I always felt like something was missing