“They had a daughter, who was a year younger than me at school. They lived near us. We used to play out on the road on our bikes together. I started to notice her bruises, and I got inquisitive. So I started going around to their house for dinner. The more time went on, the more I noticed. The more I saw her fear. I felt her pain, and I wanted to take it away from her. So, I went around more and more. They were very kind to me at the start. I thought perhaps I was wrong.”
