Letters from her killer

Gina Kidd, 61, Norwich

Running after my little sister into the garden, I saw big, wet tears roll down her cheeks.

‘Cheer up, Tracey, ’ I said, cuddling her.

Growing up in a family of nine kids, there was always bickering between us, but Tracey had a tendency to storm off and cry.

‘Boo hoo, ’ one of our siblings mocked from inside.

It became her nickname, shortened in time to just Bo.

Born in 1962, Bo was two years younger than me. We were best pals, made our own adventures in the local woods.

As we grew up, our lives were