QUOTE : Poor little thing,’she said out loud. Her head was suddenly full of her own babies –Jake and Freddie, born two years apart but known as ‘the boys’in family shorthand –as sturdy toddlers, schoolboys in football kit, surly teenagers and now adults. Well, almost. She smiled to herself. Kate could remember the moment she saw each of them for the first time: red, slippery bodies; crumpled, too- big skin; blinking eyes staring up from her chest, and her feeling that she had known their faces for ever. How could anyone kill a baby?