I’d been Chloe’s stepmum since she was three.
She introduced me as ‘Mum’ and, like me, she spoke her mind.
No man will ever dare boss her around, I thought.
She wanted to be a lawyer, but after helping me and her dad, Jay – my husband – care for his father Carl, kind Chloe decided to be a hospice nurse.
A few years later she left school and began studying towards that, while working with disabled adults.
Just after her 18th birthday she said
