Getting ready to turn in for the night, I heard my phone buzz on my bedside table.
‘That's strange, it's Rebecca,’ I said to my husband Ian, then 55, as I picked up my phone.
Rebecca, then 31, was our son Braden's girlfriend.
It was May 2022 and they'd been together for two years, recently moving into their first home.
I loved seeing Braden, 26, our only child, so happy.
The kindest, most loving boy, who'd once raised money to support his friend with cancer, he deserved it.
He worked hard as a groundsman too.
A bodybuilder at over 18st, he was my gentle giant.
But it was 10pm,