At 2.30am on December 4, 1998, Lorraine Harris’ Yorkshire home was quiet and still. Clambering out of bed, the 28-year old Australian-born mother of three made her way to her infant son’s cot. Four-month-old Patrick had been grizzly that day and the family GP suspected he was getting a cold. Harris pulled back Patrick’s cosy knitted blankets, expecting to find her treasured boy sound asleep. But when she saw him, she immediately knew something was terribly wrong.

Panic stricken and crying hysterically, Harris called an ambulance. Patrick was rushed to hospital under blue lights and the wail of sirens. But there was nothing anyone could do to revive him. Wracked with grief, Harris sobbed over Patrick’s tiny, lifeless body in a sterile hospital room. Outside the door, police were waiting.

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