Arthur lived on his own, in the same council flat he had brought his bride home to 51 years ago. Where they had raised three kids and seen them fly from the nest out into the world. It was also where he had held his Irene as she breathed her last breath in their bed. The last seven years had been difficult and lonely. Life was quiet, too quiet. But that was going to change on a cold October morning. His stick in one twist...