‘This was a house of love’

THE last time Gerard Gibbs spoke to his wife was a few hours before she killed their daughter, when she rang to ask how to make the automated security gates at their home stay open as she was expecting a friend to call.

That was the kind of home they had, the home of people who had done well and had the means to build a house in the countryside on its own grounds.

If reflected a lifestyle which allowed them life’s little luxuries — a foreign exchange trip for Ciara to France during her summer holidays from school followed by a fortnight family vacation in Malta.