Desperately seeking Sarah

On some level, every time you go out, you're looking for her. We try not to let this take away from the childhood of our other children, but it's so hard. Her brothers and sisters are desperate for her to come home and even now, on my birthday, they sent me a card saying 'To Nan, love from Sarah, Anya and Josh'.

Before Christmas, our hopes were high - there was a new detective on the case, the police had got more active, there was a press conference. But since then, there's been nothing. Over New Year, Victoria was so depressed that she couldn't handle it anymore and ran away herself for a while.

My worst fear now, which I can't voice to my children, is that Sarah might have been abducted, kept on drugs, perhaps used as a prostitute.

We're ex-directory, but every time the phone rings I jump. My first thought is 'Is it Sarah?' Every night when I go to bed, I talk to her. I say, 'Sarah, you didn't come home today, but you might come home tomorrow, or next week.' I tell her I love her to bits. Then I try and go to sleep.'