HE WANTED ONE LAST CHRISTMAS

As my husband Jeremy, 48, chased our two girls around the pool, pretending to be a shark, they giggled as he caught them and threw them up into the air. It was December 2017 and Jeremy and I were enjoying life in Dubai, where we’d lived for the past 10 years.

While our family and friends in the UK were enjoying a wintry Christmas, we loved spending the festivities in our home in the sun.

‘I HAD TO STAY STRONG FOR THE GIRLS’

I was a freelance journalist and Jeremy was in the insurance industry. Although his job was high-pressured, our daughters Charlotte, then 11, and Emily, nine, and I were his priority. Every day, he made