Like one of the family
Lorraine, 18, Northamptonshire
Watching Mum pull the mince pies from the oven, my tummy rumbled. They smelt delicious.
‘Leave them alone,’ Mum warned. ‘They’re for Bradley.’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ I grumbled.
But I was only pretending.
Like Mum and Dad, I thought the world of Bradley Jones, then 16.
He was my brother Freddie’s best mate.
He was kind, funny and thoughtful.
It was December 2014, and as I watched Bradley walk up our driveway, I rushed to open the door.
‘Can you help me with my homework later?’ I begged.
I was only 11.
Freddie laughed as he came downstairs to greet
