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It was one cold little paragraph in a newspaper that wrapped up the tragic life of pregnant suicide mum Fiona Anderson.

All it said was that police weren’t looking for anyone else in connection with Fiona’s death or the deaths of her three young children.

And isn’t that the REAL tragedy? Because in Fiona’s tortured 23-year-old life there wasn’t anyone else.

Not the boyfriend who’d dumped her (she believed for another woman), not the police, not social services, not her so-called Facebook “friends”. No one.

So lost, so alone, was this young girl that she hurled herself and her unborn baby off the roof of a car park, having already killed the three young children she’d said were “the most beautiful things I have ever seen.”

So whatever reasons Craig McLelland, the father of Fiona’s children, had for abandoning this young woman who’d borne him a baby every year since she was 19, they’d better be good ones.

They’d better not just be that at 24 he was bored with the responsibilities of family life, fed up being tied down to someone who wasn’t coping. They’d better not be that he left those beautiful children and their desperate mum for a bit of sex and excitement elsewhere, having discovered families are too much like hard work.

“All we did was love you,” Fiona told Craig on Facebook, before jumping to her death. “I gave you everything but you have hurt us so much, for so long.” Earlier she’d posted a scan of her unborn baby and said: “No one wants us. Craig’s left us on our own.”

Here was a young woman begging to be saved – only no one was listening. Where were all her Facebook friends as she bared her tortured soul to them?

Why, in an age where communication is God, did people ignore the pleas of this desolate young woman?

How come Suffolk social services, who neighbours say were forever giving Fiona grief (and have refused to say whether her children were on the

at-risk register) didn’t see what was happening? Or was their solution to her not coping just to take her babies away, which, in one of her messages, Fiona said they’d threatened to do?

This girl – because that’s all she was – was a product of the so-called Welfare State. Only no one seemed to give a damn about her welfare.

Yes, the state threw money at her, probably even gave her a house. But no one gave Fiona Anderson what she really needed... which was care and compassion. This was a woman who, even in her despair, kept her babies clean, well-fed and loved. Until the day she killed them.

And if, as we’re told, she’d had mental-health issues, who was monitoring her? How can a girl so deeply ­entrenched in the system get so lost in it? Be ignored by it?

“The people who are supposed to help us just tell lies,” she said in one of her last tragic messages. “They just want to take my babies away.”

No mother can ever justify killing her children. But maybe Fiona Anderson decided, having lost a boyfriend she adored, she just couldn’t live with the possibility of losing her babies. And so she took them with her.

And we need to know how that was allowed to happen.