Last Tuesday I got a text message from my sister about an incident in north-west London where my aunt and little cousins live. At the time I had no idea how much the message would impact me or those I care about.
My auntie’s best friend was coming back from the school run holding her child’s hand in hers when a young man was gunned down in front of them. Yes: an actual shooting in broad daylight outside a busy Tube station in London.
