Daddy’s Little Princess. Cathy Glass
d="u463e04fe-70cf-5a75-9531-9e853210a501">
HarperElement
An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd.
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
First published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2014
Copyright © Cathy Glass 2014
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2014
Cover photograph © www.abitofsas.com/Getty Images (posed by model)
Cathy Glass asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
A catalogue record of this book is available from the British Library
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books
HarperCollinsPublishers has made every reasonable effort ensure that any picture content and written content in this ebook has been included or removed in accordance with the contractual and technological constraints in operation at the time of publication
Source ISBN 9780007569373
Ebook Edition © MARCH 2014 ISBN: 9780007569380
Version: 2017-01-17
Contents
Chapter Three: The Photographs
Chapter Nine: Sexualizing the Innocent
Chapter Ten: Calm Before the Storm
Chapter Thirteen: Two-Parent Family
Chapter Fifteen: Loyal to Abuser
Chapter Sixteen: Are You Happy Here?
Chapter Seventeen: Special Present
Chapter Eighteen: Sudden Turn of Events
Chapter Twenty-One: The Telephone Call
Chapter Twenty-Two: Icing on the Cake
Chapter Twenty-Three: She Must Hate Me
Chapter Twenty-Four: A New Friend
Chapter Twenty-Five: The Decision
Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Postcard
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Couple in the Playground
To write this book – Beth’s story – I need to go back in time, to when Adrian was six and Paula was just two. I had only been fostering for a few years, and back then foster carers were given little in the way of training or support, or background information on the child. They were ‘thrown in at the deep end’ and left to get on with it, either swimming or sinking under the strain of it all. Looking back now, I shudder to think of some of the unsafe situations my family and I were placed in, and I also wonder – with the benefit of hindsight from years of fostering and training –