A man involved in Christian youth work is falsely accused of sexual assault allegations. It turns into a nightmare for his family. Melanie Metcalfe gives a taste of this true story.
Twenty-four hours after the 'bomb' had dropped, I was walking along the Surrey hills: 'This can't be happening, it just can't.' Involuntarily I let out a loud anguished groan and burst into another flood of tears.
The path along the Downs became firmer. I dumped myself down on a bench. 'What did anything matter? How can life have been good? It would certainly never be the same again.' More tears, until emotion was drained out of me and I could cry no longer. Time stood still as I sat there hunched, lifeless and blank.
