She wasnât expecting anyone. She didnât recognize the small, white SUV. And then they piled out, and one of them â a woman with wavy hair â looked familiar to Melissa Anderson. In late August, Melissa had spent a week on the eighth floor of the University of Nebraska Medical Center at the bedside of her partner, Matt Schaeffer, the father of their two little ones and the man sheâd planned to marry last spring before COVID-19 came. There had been an accident, Matthew in the payloader helping pull a tractor stuck in the mud, the heavy chain breaking and slamming through the window of the loader and into the back of his head.