KILLER
Hugging my kids Bentlee, then seven, and Kendrah, five, tightly, I kissed them on their foreheads.
‘See you Sunday,’ I waved.
Their dad Nathaniel Carrier and I had split after his drinking and partying distanced us, but the kids stayed with him and his parents Sandra and Denis, both 56, every weekend.
Bentlee was smart and kind, and loved reading books to his little sister.
‘When I’m big I want to be a police officer and help people,’ he told me.
Kendrah was a ball of energy, always on the go.