A huge smile lit up my little sister’s face.
‘I’m so happy for you,’ Jemma, then 23, cheered after my husband Andy, 27, and I said ‘I do’.
Newly married, with Jemma by my side, the love I felt for my little sister was overwhelming.
When Andy had come into my life, he’d loved Jemma too and we became the three amigos, always having fun.
But, sadly, I knew Jemma’s smile hid pain.
A brilliant chef, since she’d come back from travelling in Europe the previous year, she’d stopped going out with her friends and seemed lost.
Before, Jemma had talked openly with me about her periods of sadness. And, in turn, supported me during my own times of anxiety and depression.
But when, the month before my wedding, Andy and I
