Laying the table for Christmas dinner three months after his teenage son went missing was its own kind of heartbreak.
Peter Boxell remembers 25 December 1988 as a day spent clinging to hope, desperately willing his son Lee to come home. Attempting to will that hope into reality, he laid a place at the table for him. But as darkness fell, the devastating realisation crept in that Lee would not be coming home. He still hasn’t.