TRUE-LIFE
A s the glug of red wine hit our glasses, I smiled at my husband.
‘Here’s to the weekend,’ I sighed to Darren, then 44.
Just as I was taking my first sip, our youngest daughter Lyla, then 16, poked her head around the living room door.
‘I’m off out,’ she grinned.
‘Have fun,’ Darren called.
It was March 2022, and while I was looking forward to a night in after a long week, Lyla couldn’t wait to go out with Danielle, her mate from college.
I wanted her to enjoy herself, but as a mother to three girls I worried constantly about them.
Even my older two, Sarah, then 24, and Laura, 22.
I was always reminding them to check
