George Lowe has spent almost 18 years reliving the terrible night that his wife Eileen and their two teenage daughters were murdered. Woken just after 3.30am by the piercing sound of a smoke alarm, he opened his bedroom door and was immediately knocked back by a wall of thick, acrid smoke. Unable to make it across the landing, where Eileen, 49, was sleeping with their disabled elder daughter Sarah (the 17-year-old was afraid of the dark and often needed comforting at night), he returned to the bedroom, pulled on some trousers and clambered out of the window.
