Her dad left when she was four, but it wasn't until many years later, when she saw a photo of a girl who looked just like her, that Susan Swingler began to unpick his web of deceit It was 1967, the summer of love, and I was going to get married. But I needed my father, Leonard, to give permission because I was under 21. I hadn't seen him since I was four, when he left my mother, Joyce, and disappeared from my life. I knew he was living in Australia with his second wife, and I nervously wrote to...
Her dad left when she was four, but it wasn't until many years later, when she saw a photo of a girl who looked just like her, that Susan Swingler began to unpick his web of deceit It was 1967, the summer of love, and I was going to get married. But I needed my father, Leonard, to give permission because I was under 21. I hadn't seen him since I was four, when he left my mother, Joyce, and disappeared from my life. I knew he was living in Australia with his second wife, and I nervously wrote to...
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