Making my boys, Owen, five, and Ollie, three, breakfast, I listened as they chattered about our cinema trip that afternoon to see Toy Story 4.
I normally drove Ollie to nursery, but that day we agreed that my husband, Andrew, 47, would take him on his way to work, while I stayed home with Owen who was on school holidays. After kissing Ollie goodbye, Andrew strapped him into his carseat. “Bye bye Mama,” Ollie said, waving to me. It was a hot, sunny July day and I smiled as I watched them drive off. At lunchtime, I checked the nursery app to see what Ollie had eaten, and I was puzzled to read he hadn't been signed in that morning. Picking up my phone, I called Andrew, who said he…
