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Evil NAN plotted to MURDER MY MUM

Running through the playground, my eyes scanned the crowd. I was seven and looking forward to seeing my mum, Sunday, 28, after a day at school.

But then I spotted my nan, Ruby.

‘Where’s Mum?’ I asked.

‘She’s not home yet,’ Nan said. I think she’s still at work.’

Mum and I had been living with my grandparents – my dad Theo’s mum and stepdad – for a few months after my parents had split.

That afternoon, Nan

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