The press conference, one year ago Our home is a crime scene now. I am in yesterday's clothes. The clothes in which I kissed Sam goodbye. Then he'd belonged only to us. Now his image will be shared with the world. We should be grateful. 'Our son . . . Sam . . . 'My eyes fill with tears, the writing on the paper blurs. 'Someone took him. Please help us . . .' I back away from the microphone, the paper falls form my hands. The anniversary The Jordan family thought they would return from their gap year abroad enriched, better people, a closer family. Not minus one child. A year on, Emma remains haunted by the image of that empty cot, thousands of miles away, the chasm between her and the rest of the family growing with each day that Sam remains missing. Is her son still out there? Will the mystery about what happened that night ever be unravelled?