As I pulled up in front of our little home in Gloddfa Bont, I heard Grace before I saw her. Music was blaring from an open upstairs window and my daughter was singing tunelessly from the top of her lungs. I didn’t recognise the song but the lyrics made me wince. If she really wanted a faceless him to do that to her, she and I clearly needed a conversati…
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