Terri Rogers, 33, Driffield
D ashing in from the cold, I took off my coat and closed the front door behind me.
‘I’m back,’ I called to my husband Richard, then 33.
It was February 2023, and I’d just dropped our daughter, April, then 6, at school.
Slipping off my boots, I was greeted by Richard and our youngest, Luke, then 21 months.
Curious and mischievous, Luke had a big personality for such a little lad.
As he toddled after me, I headed for the kitchen.
‘Fancy a cuppa?’ I asked Richard, busy working from home as an IT technician in the living room.
‘Go on then,’ he called.
