A twisted fairy tale
Hannah Thomas, 33, Northampton
Snuggling up to my mum, I wished she could stay with me a little longer.
‘Please read me a story,’ I asked hopefully, trying to suppress a yawn.
‘Sorry, darling,’ she replied. ‘I’ve got work.’
Kissing me on the forehead, she stood up and pulled on her coat.
‘But I’m sure Nigel will read to you,’ she said.
My mood instantly deflated.
That was the last thing I wanted.
It was 1991, I was 4, and Nigel, then 32, was my stepdad. I’d been just 2 when Mum had introduced
