The story appeared in the heart of the paper. Not in the first few layers, but deeper, in its heart.
Bones carved in black and white of a stressed mum and child bounced around by the System.
People I met felt its resonance when I guided them to the heart.
Others, did they find it? Did they feel it? Did they want to know more?
Did they find it and turn the page without a second thought?
Where are we in Camden at the moment?
Where are we in Britain?
How do people feel?