But mostly it was that somewhere deep inside I had known instinctively that she was telling the truth.Afterwards, odd bits of behaviour and events began to click into place.Listening to her engraved pictures on my mind which I still have trouble banishing today.The police also took statements and arranged a medical examination.At 15, she was a weekly boarder at a specialist school for high-ability dyslexics. But that day she was impervious to reasoned argument. He was tall and slim with auburn hair and blue-grey eyes and a full beard and moustache.She began making hurtful personal attacks on her father and me, something she had never done. He brushes against my breasts so I know it’s not accidental, but he could persuade someone else it was.’Hope blossomed in my mind. And he was gentle, laid-back – all the things I wasn’t. It was Daniel who felt that we wouldn’t be a ‘proper family’ without them. I still loved Daniel and I thought we could make it work. Daniel was in the Far East when Tamsin wrote her devastating note.Twelve years on, Emma recalls that devastating day and the traumatic events that followed In many ways, we were an ordinary family – mum, dad, two kids, a Volvo in the drive. As a ship’s engineer, my husband Daniel worked away from home for up to four months at a time.
Over and over again, we talked about what was reasonable behaviour and over and over he agreed with me. ‘He used to come and give me back rubs,’ she replied. And once he tried to give me a tummy rub, but I wouldn’t let him.’ I’m not going to describe Tamsin’s statement to social services.It started out fine, that Tuesday in December 1996.Our younger daughter, Claire, 13, was at school, and I was looking forward to spending some time with Tamsin, who had just broken up for the holidays. Tamsin and I squabbled, like all mothers and daughters. I was 27 when we met, working as a medical photographer; he was a year older and at college, studying for his Second Engineer’s certificate.It was by no means the beginning of the end of our story; but perhaps it was the end of the beginning.I, too, underwent counselling to unravel my confused feelings.