A pathetic excuse
Sharon, 49, Brighton
Hearing my son James, 18, stomping about in his room with his mates, I started to worry.
It was a Friday night in July 2019 and they were all off to a party.
James was taking the summer off, after finishing a Business and Media course at college.
He was a popular lad, but shy, too. Usually happy to spend Friday nights playing on his games console with his brother Mason, 14.
Only, tonight, he’d arranged to go out.
‘You’re such a worrier,’ my husband Wayne, 49, told me now, reading my mind.
‘The parents are
