HOW CAN SOMEONE JUST VANISH?
Wrapping my brother in my arms, I gave him a squeeze. ‘I’ll be home soon, maybe this weekend,’ I promised as I stuffed a £10 note in his coat pocket, enough to get him home. It was October 1996 and Damien, then 16, had been visiting me at university in Portsmouth but was now heading back to our family home on the Isle of Wight.
We’d had such fun, going for drinks and cooking together, and I loved introducing him to my friends - even if he was such a flirt!
‘HAD HE FALLEN INTO THE SEA?’
But with half term over, it was
