I couldn’t wait to get my groove on, but things took a worrying turn…
Emma Sugrue-Lawrence, 43, from Telford
Slipping on a black leather bodysuit, I couldn’t wait to get my groove on.
‘You look nice,’ my husband Steve, 43, smiled. It was 21 August last year, and I was off on a night out with my friend Vicky, 44.
We worked together as support workers, so we thought we deserved a night out after Covid.
‘Have a good time,’ Steve smiled before I left.
He was staying at home with our children Ryan, 16, and Connor, 13.
Our daughter Elisha, 24, no longer lives at home, but we’re all still close.
Jumping in the car, I blasted some music and drove the 40-minute journey straight to Vicky’s house.
Our…