Talking with Caroline and Charlotte about it a couple of days later, Caroline surprised me by crying, admitting she wanted to meet up with her sister and finally just clear the air. Charlotte kept her face blank, left wondering what she thought. Only in bed that night with both of them did she tearfully admit that the hate she'd carried for so long had ended up hurting herself more than anyone.

"You should speak to her," Caroline suggested, "As your son said, even if it's only one time, maybe it'll just clear the air after all this time"

And that's how I found myself sitting at a nearby pub on...