Slumped on the sofa, I had nothing to do.
‘I’m bored,’ I groaned.
It was July 2006, I was 6, and the school holidays had just started.
My big sisters – Sarah, then 12, Katie, 14, and Emma, 16 – were out with their mates.
‘Why don’t we go to mine and play on my Xbox?’ my neighbour, Ricky, then 16, suggested.
Ricky O’Grady lived across the street. He was always popping over.
With four daughters, my dad, then 29, loved having a boy around. In fact, we all loved Ricky.
‘Please can I go, Dad?’
I begged him.
‘Just be back before Mum gets home,’ Dad said.
Ricky and I were soon engrossed in a game in his front room.
When...
‘Martine,’ Ricky said.
‘I need you to help…
