Meeting the beast

My beloved Fiona and me Dear Fiona, ...

Seeing my little brother’s face squashed up against the glass, I burst out laughing. It was October 2000 and I’d popped to see my mum, Gaynor, then 48, after dropping my eldest daughter, then four, at

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

My brave friend Sam knew what was coming, and it was terrifying

Choirmaster Jack became a rock for Elina. But some things didn’t quite add up…

As Lorraine walked home from a night with mates, a sinister stranger wasn’t far behind