•Burned in my own home
•Endless agony and lifelong scars
•I’ll never understand why
Tara Quigley, 33, East London
As my nieces played upstairs one evening in April 2013, I pottered about, clearing up.
My sister Tina, 30, was in the bath. I lived with her and her daughters, then aged 12 and 9.
But, as I went to wash up, there was a knock at the door.
Bit late for visitors, I thought.
It was 9.15pm.
When I answered the door, a young lad was standing there.
He was wearing a dark jacket, and looked fidgety.
‘Are you Michelle?’ he asked.
‘No,’ I said. ‘I’m Tara.’
With that, he frowned and scurried off, and I didn’t think anything of it.
Minutes later, I was on the phone when there…
