CONTINUED FROM P7
So the next night, once Carolanne had sobered up, I went over to talk to her about what she’d said.
‘You don’t have to say anything,’ I told her gently. ‘I’ll ask you some questions, and all you have to say is yes or no.’
She nodded.
‘Have you been touched?’ I asked her.
‘Yeah,’ she said.
‘Was it Dad?’ I continued, terrified of her answer.
‘Yes,’ she whispered, barely able to
