I carried a baby for my twin brother — and when he looked at her back he handed her to me and said, "I'm not taking her home."

I have thought about that a great deal.

In the worst four minutes of my life, the thing I was frightened of — that she would go into the system, that somebody would take her — was already legally impossible.

Nobody in that room knew it. Including me.

What happened over the following year.

Lorna.

I need to be very careful here and very fair.

Lorna Kerrick wanted that baby. In that room, on that day. She would have taken her home and she said so eleven times in about two hours.

And she did not.

Because she was standing next to a man who had just said that, and she was thirty-four, and eight years of treatment, and she made a decision in a corridor at about six in the evening.

She has said it to me since, in my kitchen, in the February: "I wasn't going to raise her in a house with somebody who'd looked at her like that."

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