When a child dies at the hands of a parent, particularly in one's own country, it raises feelings that are unique. Pity and sorrow you would feel for anyone, whether they were killed by relative or a tsunami. An abused child sends you into endless hypothesising, or rather, wishing; if only x agency had noticed y; if only this report had got under the nose of that person; if only someone had spoken to the child.

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