In the town of Kilmeaden in Ireland, just west of Galway, on a rainy October night, little Bobby O’Connor was lying fast asleep in his warm bed. His mother, Bridie, whet up to check on him. She stood in the doorway, watching his breathing, his peaceful sleep. She reflected on the quite contentment of his life, just herself and her little boy.

She went downstairs and picked up her sewing, listening to the rain hammering against the windows.

Then another sound….