It was the Spring Racing Carnival in Melbourne. My friends and I had a ritual – each year we dressed up and spent a day at the racetrack. Saturday September 6, 2003, had been a great day as always, and once we said our goodbyes that evening, I caught a train home.
But as I got off at my station, a friend I’d spent the day with sent a text message. Some of the girls were going for dinner and asked if I’d meet them at the restaurant. It was a beautiful evening and I thought, why not? The restaurant was a 10-minute drive away and I was walking towards the taxi rank when I
