Spooning coffee into a cup, I waited for the kettle to boil.
14 June 2021 was a beautiful day and my husband Keith, 75, and I planned to sit in the garden with our coffees as the sun shone above us.
That day we’d taken the car into town for servicing before getting the bus home.
‘I’m just going to put the paperwork away,’ Keith said as I poured milk into the mugs.
Only upon his return, Keith’s right arm was
