Three days after my husband died, I came home and found my key didn’t work.
At first, I thought I was using the wrong one.
My hands were shaking, and I hadn’t slept properly since the funeral, so grief had turned even simple tasks into challenges.
I stepped back, checked the house number, then tried again.
The key slid into the lock, but it just wouldn’t turn. I frowned and tried the spare key.
Same result.