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The baby stirred in his blanket as the girl held him tightly to her chest; goosebumps covered her arms.

The woman who entered the police station wore clothes that suggested she was happy to blend into the background. Her voice was softly spoken, almost apologetic, as she uttered the words, 'I'm here to confess to a murder.'

She could hear a baby crying. The Sister moved towards her, carrying the tiny newborn wrapped in a soft blue blanket. The girl felt panic rising in her throat as she screamed, 'Take it away from me!'