‘You’d take me out of school to join you on your trips,’ he continues. ‘You taught me which children to choose, how to approach them, what to say, how to lure them back to the car . . . I was eight years old when I helped you to abduct that girl in Leicester. Eight years old. What kind of mum encourages their child to do that, Debbie?’ ‘Stop calling me Debbie!’ I shout, and my raised voice claims the attention of the other patients. A guard waves his hand to warn me to lower the volume so I falsely lighten my tone. ‘I didn’t make you do anything. You were fourteen when you came on your last
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