The last time I saw Elliot – three hours and twenty minutes ago – he was being carried away by a girl he barely knows, his eyes fixed on mine with a pleading, desperate look of terror, tears streaming down his burning purple cheeks, arms outstretched towards me, sobbing "Mummy! Mummy!"
"Don't worry, you're going to have some Weetabix now," I said feebly, as though a 100Slideshow-121274%
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