‘Daddy is dangerous!’
Giggling her little heart out, my toddler Hallie-Mae, 2, beamed at her daddy.
‘Faster!’ she chuckled as John, 24, pushed her on the swings before flashing me a hopeful look.
We must have looked like a model family, straight out of a picture book.
Only that was far from the truth.
It was April 2017 and the reality was that this was the first time John had seen our daughter since we’d split about a year earlier.
Once we’d been madly in love.
But during
