‘She’d realised he wouldn’t change, tried to end it…’ My little sister Hollie was always my best friend, my secret-keeper. A hairdresser, she was outgoing, confident. And a fab aunt to my daughter Ruby.
So, in January 2013, we were happy for her when she met Asher Maslin, then 20.
‘I really like him,’ Hollie, then 19, smiled, clearly smitten.
She brought Asher to Mum Mandy and Dad Nick’s house. He seemed charming.
Only cracks soon began to show.
Asher seemed controlling. He’d call and text Hollie, wanting to know where she was.
And Hollie’s sparkle faded...she became withdrawn.
Then, that May, at a family meal, Asher turned up drunk, 45 minutes late, and we were horrified as he clicked his fingers and was rude to staff.
My partner Lucas,…
