Swimming in the family pool, my flesh crawled.
As my relative Charlie swam closer, I recoiled. Smiling at me, he looked like any other family man grinning at a child.
But beneath the well-practised, polished veneer lurked a twisted monster who was abusing me and stealing my innocence.
Brought up in remote Gin Gin, Qld, the eldest of four sisters, I had a wonderful mum and dad.
We loved riding dirt bikes and helping Dad muster on the farm.
But a sick secret hung over my
