I’m a survivo
Aug 06, 2020
4 minutes
Karen Widdoss, 41
Hearing my phone ring for the umpteenth time, I sighed.
Not again! And as I answered, I heard heavy, muffled breathing before the caller hung up in a matter of seconds.
Over the last few months, I’d received dozens of these calls.
And I had a suspicion who it might be.
I realised I was covered in blood. My blood
It was June 1994, and my ex-boyfriend Leonard Tilton had showed up at my house only a few weeks before.
‘I was just in the area,’ he’d said to me.
‘You live a 45-minute walk
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