I was dizzy with fear as she went to theatre My phone trilled, and the name of my daughter Megan’s friend flashed up on the screen.
Call it a mother’s instinct, but panic shot straight through me. Something’s wrong, I thought.
It was 7.10pm on 29 January, and Megan, 15, had gone out with her mates only half an hour earlier.
‘Please, can you answer it?’ I asked my mum Linda, 60, my voice shaking with fear.
Mum’s face went pale as she spoke to Megan’s friend. Then… ‘Megan’s been hit by a car,’ she told me, panicking. 'We have to get to the hospital. Now!'
My stomach churned and my blood ran cold. Leaving my dad Graham, 67, looking after my younger girls, Abigail, 12, and Katie, 11, Mum…
