I love you, Tammy. See you back at home,’ my little sister Jessica, then 16, said as she waved goodbye.
‘I love you too!’ I replied.
It was August 28, 1999 and, aged 17, I was dropping off Jess, who was in Year 10, at school in Nambour, Qld, before making my way to Brisbane to meet my stepdad, Brett. Jess was going to join us the following day for a christening, with our mum Pauline, then 52, and big sister Kelly, 26.
As we parted ways, I caught a glimpse of Jess’ bright red curly hair swaying in the wind, a smile etched across her sweetly freckled face.
A year younger than me, Jess was my best friend and constant companion. We shared a room and spent every night…
