It was cold wet and miserable outside, the windows were fogged up, and I kept having to wipe them to see out.
I was expecting my grandparents, and I looked forward to their visit. Mum had said they would be here by mid-morning.
I was determined to wait and see them drive down the street then announce their arrival.
Mum was in the kitchen getting a cake made as she knew Grandad loved chocolate cake.
I looked forward to listening to Grandad tell me tales of when he was a boy. Grandma always bought me something special, and I had a sense of expectation about that.
The morning wore on, and there was no sign of them. The weather did nothing to improve, in fact, it seemed to get darker and bleaker.
By lunchtime, I could sense mum getting worried about them. She had tried to call, but there was no answer.
Life stopped when a police car pulled up outside.