14 years since you were taken. A lifetime ago, yet no time at all.
I remember that day.
My sister and I being taken to the headmaster’s office.
The police car coming to pick us up.
Collecting our little brother from school.
No words, but we knew.
Arriving at our nan and grandad’s house, it couldn’t be true.
My dad arriving. A broken man. It was true.
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