At night, as she sleeps, her seven-year-old son haunts her dreams. ‘He’s always there, with the long dark curls he had when he was little,’ says Ranem Elkhalidi, 25. ‘His hair is shorter now, but when he comes at night, that’s how I see him.’
What torments her is that she did not say she loved him when she last saw him. She didn’t even say goodbye. When Ranem dropped Ibrahim at his primary school in Frodsham, Cheshire, on Friday,