We awoke on Thursday morning to the loud sound of a helicopter overhead, and by 11am we had discovered that two sisters of 8 and 11 had died during the night, in a house just 100 yards away from us. The younger of the girls was in Lucy's class.
On Friday morning it was announced that the girls had been murdered. Life has gone into slow motion. There are no clues as to who was responsible or why it happened. The number of flowers, candles, notes and photos is growing outside their house and cause us to cry every time we pass.
