Her parents made the shocking discovery.


In September 2011, Mark Lowe’s wife Paula called him upstairs with panic in her voice.

It was a feeling he shared when he, too, saw the body of a newborn baby in a laundry basket in their daughter Lindsey’s bedroom.

Frozen with shock, they stared at the disturbing discovery for 15 minutes before they called an attorney friend, a pastor and the police.

Lindsey, 25, was arrested at her place of work. And, when officers arrived at the Lowes’ Tennessee home, they made an even more disturbing discovery – another dead baby underneath the laundry.

In an interview, Lindsey, who was engaged, told police she’d been having an illicit affair.

When her periods had stopped and she’d begun to gain weight, she didn’t seek help, fearing that her pregnancy would be revealed to her fiancé and her parents.

After managing to conceal her condition, she’d given birth to twin boys. So how did the babies die?

At her trial in March 2013, Lindsey denied double murder, with her defence saying she’d gone into deep denial about her pregnancy.

They claimed that, when she went into labour on the toilet, she hadn’t known what was happening.

Lindsey told the court that both babies had fallen into the toilet bowl. And she claimed that she was sure both were dead at birth.

But the court saw a taped police interview where Lindsey admitted covering each of the twins’ mouths.

‘You knew you killed the babies?’ the officer asked her.

‘Yes,’ she replied.

The prosecution claimed Lindsey’s actions were calculated, pointing to the fact she’d bought nothing to prepare for the babies’ arrival.

‘Miss Lowe made no preparation for the births of these children because no-one was going to interfere with her life,’ the assistant district attorney told the court.

Lindsey Lowe went on to be convicted of two premeditated, first-degree murders, and was handed two concurrent life sentences, as well as 25 years for aggravated child abuse.

At her sentencing hearing, Lowe told the court, ‘Words can never express the depths of my regrets and sorrow.’