Four days of hell
Natalie Kemp, 38
With a smile, I dolloped spag bol into bowls.
‘This looks great,’ my boyfriend Martin grinned.
We picked up our forks and started to eat.
It was February 2015 and I’d known Martin Ellerker, then 33, for years.
He had a reputation for being a bit lairy.
Liked a drink, too.
But having recently gone through a break-up, I’d been feeling low
Martin was sympathetic, a shoulder to cry on.
He wasn’t perfect, though.
Far from it.
One night, in March 2015, we were watching a film when the telly flicked off and the
