From my phone, my niece Sara-Jane’s face looked back at me, beaming in the sunshine. She looks so happy, I thought, looking at the Facebook selfie.
But behind that smile, I knew life hadn’t been easy.
Sara, then 32, had been such a cheerful little girl.
‘Auntie Jo,’ she’d grin, bracing herself for a cartwheel. ‘Watch this!’
Then when she was 16, her mum, my sister-in-law, died after years of drug and alcohol abuse.
To help out her dad – my brother Brett – Sara came to live with me and my family for three months.
She played with my three kids and we all adored her.
But as she grew up, life took Sara down some rough paths.
She got into toxic relationships and fell in with bad crowds.…