My little girl Indie’s eyes widened as she pointed to the presents under the tree.
‘These are all for you,’ my fiancé David, then 37, said. ‘Let’s open one.’
It was 25 December 2020, Indie’s first Christmas.
Should have been one of the happiest days of my life.
But as David started to help Indie, then 11 months old, pull off wrapping paper, my eyes filled with tears.
Stumbling to my feet, I ran to the loo, sobbing.
All I could think was, will this be my last Christmas?
Back in February, when Indie was just
