I was in the kitchen making coffee when I felt the vibration of my phone from my back pocket.

My gran checking to see if I was still coming over for breakfast. I sat at the table and messaged her back. I would drink this cup and then head out. Jake still wasn’t back yet, and I had heard nothing.

He was busy dealing with what happened, probably wasn’t in the right frame of mind and blaming himself. No one was to blame for what happened. It was unfortunate but expected to happen at some ...