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violent, but I never knew they hurt him.'  I answer, absolutely gobsmacked that he hasn't been fitting.
    'Perhaps it's to do with him being able to communicate now.  Perhaps he has control of more than just his irises.  But that is definitely the first time.  Now that you know it hurts him, you have to start thinking about how you interact when they happen.  I could see you withdraw.  I saw you try to distract your mind and think about anything else but Jacob.  You can't do that.  You have to think of him.  You have to comfort him.  You have to console him.  And if you find that hard, then that's just fucking tough.  If we have a son...'
    'If?' I interject.
    'Yes, if.  Just because Eve has told us that he is ours, doesn't mean it is true.  We both know her and Adam have been playing us.  This could just be another test, another temptation.  Don't get me wrong.  I think he is our son.  I think that is why Dr Hanlon brought me back from the brink of insanity.  I think that is why he wanted me to look after Jacob.  But let's not presume, let's find out for sure.  You have a son, and we might have a son, and you need to realise now that he feels, just like you or I.  He hurts, just like you or I.  And if he hurts anything like you or I are at the moment, then we need to comfort his beautiful little being all the more.  How do we do a DNA test?'
    Rebecca is sitting on her knees opposite me, her clothes all covered in blood, sweat and tears from last night’s atrocities.  Her face is ragged with rivulets of grief smearing her makeup, revealing the scars of self-harm she inflicted when she was incarcerated.  Her eyes though, while bloodshot and puffy, are alive with a vibrant fire as she stares at me with an intensity that seems to be able to read my very soul.  She knew I was trying to distract myself.  She knows how hard I find it.  She is right.  I have to learn to comfort Jacob. 
    'I think at the moment that is going to be difficult.  The second we try and approach any lab to do a test, the police will be on to us.  Did you go to Italy to conceive Michael?'
    'Italy?'  Rebecca ruminates, and then jumps off the bed and trots towards a holdall sitting on top of a chest of drawers underneath a window looking out over Edinburgh.  She rummages around inside of the holdall for a second and, grabbing something from within, quickly steps back onto the bed into exactly the same position.  She hands me two flight tickets.
    'Milan, Italy?'
    'Yes.  That's where Ben, sorry, Adam wanted us to go.  And yes, Hannah and I went to Italy to conceive Michael.  It was hard to find anywhere in the UK that would do what we wanted and a friend at hospital told me about a clinic in Brescia.  It was called ‘La Clinica Dell'Immacolata Concezione‘.  Why?'
    Sometimes, the smallest thing will trigger an avalanche.  The echo of a scream as it reverberates around a mountain.  My screams are echoing and the snow is cascading, knocking down the rickety rooms in my mind.
    'When I was a child, locked up, it was Italian Nuns that looked after me.  Dr Ennis told me that Henry Seymour had a sister who lived in Italy.  Adam gave you tickets to take you and Jacob to Italy.  I don’t think we need to have a DNA test Rebecca.  We both went to the same clinic in Italy to conceive our children.  I think we can safely say that’s where we unwittingly conceived Jacob.' 

 
    Chapter 4
    An eerie stillness enveloped the large baroque styled detached house sitting gaudily in the middle of a well maintained garden, the only sound that of leaves on the many varied bushes and shrubs gently rustling: a rustling not caused by any wind.  Armed Response Officers dressed in black from head to toe and sporting bullet proof vests levelled assault rifles with laser sights through the bushes toward the house. 
    DCI Cruickshank paced just outside the open gates to the property, which stood on its own surrounded by open fields as far as