WICKED: KENDREW
●Bottled up boyhood sex assaults
●Harrowing bedroom confession
●Justice after 33 years
Sandra Emmel, 51, Exeter
Snuggling under the duvet, I cuddled up to my boyfriend Jonny.
Only, he turned over, pulled away – my heart sank.
What have I done? I worried.
It was October 2007, and we’d been dating a few months, but we’d been friends for three years after meeting through work.
He’d been an events planner, me a waitress supervisor.
‘I love you,’ Jonny had confessed one night.
What’s wrong?
I’d known for ages I wanted more than friendship, and we instantly became an item.
Jonny made me laugh, feel special. Only, my perfect man had become withdrawn.
‘Are you OK?’ I asked. ‘Is there anything you want to talk about?’
‘I’m fine,’ he…
