As I went to bed on that ordinary Saturday night, I felt a glow of contentment. With Jason, my husband, lying beside me, our eightweek-old son, Dylan, tucked up in his Moses basket, and our two girls, Olivia, then eight andMollie-Jai, two, sleeping soundly next door, everything was as it should be. If I could go back to that moment, I’d hold on to it and never let it go. Because inamatter of hours, life as I knew itwould change forever.
Jason and I had met aged 12 in Pontypool, South Wales. I was a straight-A student and loved school, while he preferred doing tricks on his BMX, but somehow we clicked. Over the years, our teen crush grew into something special and we became inseparable. By 20, I was…