‘She doesn’t look like she’s been changed for days,’ Maggie said, horrified...they found a little girl. They also found something else. As he tugged her growsuit free from her legs and unwrapped her fully, he drew in a deep breath. Talipes equinovarus. Club feet. The little girl’s feet were pointed inwards, almost at right angles to where they should be. Severe. He didn’t comment but he felt ill, and it wasn’t the contents of the nappy that was doing it. That someone could desert such a child... To neglect her and then just toss her on his doorstep... How did they know Maggie would be home? Maggie had dogs. How did they know the dogs wouldn’t be free to hurt her? Seeing the extent of the nappy rash, the dehydration—and the dreadful angle of her feet—he had his answer. Whoever had done this didn’t care.
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