Finally, back in my arms. After a frantic 30 minutes of searching, she stood unperturbed in aisle twelve near the pots of mayonnaise and bottles of ketchup shaking a jar of gerkins which she watched as they turned in their own vinegar. I grabbed her little shoulders and pulled her to me as the relief escaped from the corners of my eyes.

‘Sophie, my god! Where have you been. I’ve been..’

‘Look mu...

17 days, four hours and 13 minutes have passed since I realised she was missing. “I promise you that we are doing everything we can.” said the police officer who had been at my door almost every day since ‘it’ happened. ‘Everything’ isn’t enough. I never thought I’d be someone who would give up hope, but once your 4 year old has been missing for almost three weeks in London it’s difficult for any ...