It was an old photo, the original sharp black and white tones worn down into the same muddy gray as television static.

The young man, David Dearlove, sits against a brick wall, his legs spread on the grass, dark eyes on the camera, mouth hinged half-open in a grimace. The baby, Paul Booth, pudgy and blond, is propped against his right leg, his little feet in heavy socks and buckle shoes. A hand pinching his nose hides his face save for the eyes.

The picture, snapped in the working-class neighborhood of Haverton Hill in northeast England’s Stockton-on-Tees in 1968, was taken just weeks before the 19-month-old died violently in his home.

Nearly five decades later, when the same image floated up on Peter Booth’s Facebook feed in 2015, it kicked loose a rush of anger and memory tied to what the older Booth boy had seen when he was only 3 years old but never put…

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