I remember a young boy at my last school. His father, a police officer, had murdered his wife, this son's mother.

I so wanted to adopt him, and my husband would have agreed, but the that be (principal) thought it better that he have a fresh start, so he was given to another couple in a part of the city where he had no ties with anyone.

That was heartbreaking to me. He knew me well.

He's now a young man, his his father still in prison, and I wonder how has turned out.