Sitting at my daughter's kitchen table, we chatted as we sipped steaming mugs of tea.
It was 2016 and Zoe, then 22, lived a few doors down with her partner Jamie, 25, and their two boys, Theo, 3, and Toby, 1.
We were so close that, even though we lived minutes away, Zoe always called me on the drive to her hospital shift as an assistant radiographer.
Nattering about the boys, her weekend plans, the telly.
Only, today, something was on her mind.
‘Will you look at this mole, Mum?' she asked, standing and pulling up her top.
I squinted at the spot on her lower back, about the size of a
