Huffing and puffing, my sister dumped the last of her boxes in the living room.
In 1999, aged 19, my sister Jenny* had just moved back into our childhood home, which I shared with my parents Michelle* and Steve*, and my brother Mike*.
And joining her would be her new boyfriend Robert, then 28.
Despite the age gap between my sister and her new beau, my parents weren’t concerned.
Robert seemed like a really friendly bloke.
They’d actually met working at Flamingo Land where Robert performed as a children’s entertainer.
He called himself Bobby Bubbles and was a clown for children’s parties and events in the local area.
We’d met a handful of times before but I can’t pinpoint our first meeting – he didn’t really have much of a lasting impression.
Only when they met, Jenny was already pregnant with an ex-partner’s child and it had been a really tough pregnancy for her.
At just 12, I knew she was in and out of hospital with complications, which was why she had to quit her
