Toddling around the house, my nan scooped me up into her arms
‘And where are you going?’ she smiled
As a baby, I lived at Nan’s house with my mum Karly, now 37, and her younger brother Philip.
To all the world, I had a happy childhood.
With lots of toys, and a warm, loving home, my life seemed perfectly normal.
My nan Wendy had been there for me since I was born, and we had such a close bond.
However, behind closed doors, something very sinister was lurking behind every corner.
My Uncle Philip had always been a bit of an outcast.
At 19, he spent most of his time up in his room.
To my mum and nan, he was harmless.
But to me, things weren’t all that…
