Sitting framed on my fireplace is a photo that will haunt me forever, a chilling reminder of the day my life was shaken beyond belief.
My children, Grace, then two, and George, 18 months, looked so cute as I snapped them in their new outfits that morning in April 2012. Grace wore sailor stripes and shoes with a red bow, and George was in a Thomas the Tank Engine jumper.
Then, as I did every weekday morning, I bundled them into the car, ready for playgroup near our home in Birmingham. But as I sat down and reached for my seatbelt, a face in my side window made me scream in shock. A tall man stared at me through the glass. Confused and frightened, I reached for the lock but,…