Letting my hair down, I bounced around to the house music.
Living my best life, I thought.
It was August 2019 and I was dancing at a rave with my mates.
Through the mist of the smoke machines, I spotted a familiar face.
A friend of a friend, William Graham, then 19.
We followed each other online, but we'd barely chatted in real life.
He was handsome, with a chiselled jaw, bright blue eyes and neat blond hair.
Yet, despite his clean-cut image, William had a bad reputation and my pals didn't like him much.
But…
He's so good looking, I thought now.
My tummy
