Will You Love Me?: The story of my adopted daughter Lucy: Part 1 of 3. Cathy Glass
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      Also by Cathy Glass

      Damaged

      Hidden

      Cut

      The Saddest Girl in the World

      Happy Kids

      The Girl in the Mirror

      I Miss Mummy

      Mummy Told Me Not to Tell

      My Dad’s a Policeman (a Quick Reads novel)

      Run, Mummy, Run

      The Night the Angels Came

      Happy Adults

      A Baby’s Cry

      Happy Mealtimes For Kids

      Another Forgotten Child

      Please Don’t Take My Baby

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Also by Cathy Glass

       Acknowledgements

       Epigraph

       Prologue

       1 Desperate

       2 Escape

       3 Concerned

       4 Too Late to Help

       5 Family

       6 Neglect

       7 No Chance to Say Goodbye

       8 A Good Friend

       9 ‘I Hate You All!’

       Exclusive sample chapter

       Cathy Glass

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

      A big thank-you to my editor, Holly; my literary agent Andrew; and Carole, Vicky, Laura and all the team at HarperCollins.

      ‘Every time I hear a newborn baby cry …

      Then I know why,

      I believe.’

      ‘I Believe’ by Ervin Drake

      I heard Pat, Lucy’s carer, knock on Lucy’s bedroom door, and then a slight creak as the door opened, followed by: ‘Your new carer, Cathy, is on the phone for you. Can you come and talk to her?’

      There was silence and then I heard the bedroom door close. A few moments later Pat’s voice came on the phone again. ‘I told her, but she’s still refusing to even look at me. She’s just sitting there on the bed staring into space.’

      My worries for Lucy rose.

      ‘What should I do now?’ Pat asked, anxiously. ‘Shall I ask my husband to talk to her?’

      ‘Does Lucy have a better relationship with him?’ I asked.

      ‘No, not really,’ Pat said. ‘She won’t speak to him, either. We might have to leave her here until Monday, when her social worker is back at work.’

      ‘Then Lucy will have the whole weekend to brood over this,’ I said. ‘It will be worse. Let’s try again to get her to the phone. I’m sure it will help if she hears I’m not an ogre.’

      Pat gave a little snort of laughter. ‘Jill said you were very good with older children,’ referring to my support social worker.

      ‘That was sweet of her,’ I said. ‘Now, is your phone fixed or cordless?’

      ‘Cordless.’

      ‘Excellent. Take the handset up with you, knock on Lucy’s bedroom door, go in and tell her again I would like to talk to her, please. But this time, leave the phone on her bed facing up, so she can hear me, and then come out. I might end up talking to myself, but I’m used to that.’

      Pat gave another snort of nervous laughter. ‘Fingers crossed,’ she said.

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