IT FEELS AS IF MY CHILDREN HAVE DIED
SHE looks emotionally exhausted, utterly shattered, almost as if she’s mourning the loss of a loved one. Which to all intents and purposes, she is – although no one has actually died.
Louwna Klintworth clutches a cup of coffee in her lawyer’s Pretoria office, her hands trembling as she brings the mug to her lips.
The 57-year-old office manager has been through the ringer – and the pair behind the misery are two of the people she loves most in the world: her youngest sons.
The first blow hit her like a bolt of lightning: a summons in February last year from her middle son, Thomas. Then an accounting student in his
