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My son murdered a policeman but I can't stop loving him... Now in the throes of unimaginable grief, mother Elizabeth wrestles with the hardest question: Am I to blame?
'I couldn't process what was going on,' Elizabeth recalls now. 'I couldn't conceive of what Louis might have done - and not in a million years could I have guessed.'
'I couldn't process what was going on,' Elizabeth recalls now. 'I couldn't conceive of what Louis might have done - and not in a million years could I have guessed.'
