My husband was making a deposit when two masked men entered the bank with guns in their hands. They told everyone to get down except for the teller.
According to the witnesses, he had rushed one of the men from behind, fearful that the guy was about to shoot the teller who had pushed an emergency button. He was shot and died instantly. I stared down at his lifeless body and nodded numbly, positively identifying him. Someone handed me a ziplock bag with a wallet and a watch in it while I quietly thanked him for the great years and the children he'd given me, wondering if any of this was really happening or I'd wake up soon.