GONE WITHOUT A TRACE
Jul 26, 2022
4 minutes
WORDS: EMILY HALL, ASHLEIGH PAGE.
PHOTOS: GETTY (POSED BY MODELS), TRIANGLE NEWS. *NAME HAS BEEN CHANGED
Hearing the toaster pop, I flipped an egg over in the pan and popped two tea bags in two mugs. ‘Breakfast’s ready, love,’ I called to my husband, Brian, then 66.
‘Thanks, pet,’ Brian said, shuffling into the dining room in his slippers, a newspaper tucked under his arm. As I placed the fry-up down in front of him, I gave him a smile and asked him what his plans were for the day. ‘I thought I might go to the bookies,’ he said.
Brian was nothing if not a creature of habit. It was July 2013, and we had
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