A/N: I actually had a dream about this and when I woke up I started writing…so enjoy!
The gravel crunched under her feet as she walked with her back to the large manor.
It had been two weeks and she still couldn't believe it.
Her youngest daughter, her baby, was…dead.
They had already had the funeral and everyone was trying to move on, but what hurt Cora more was not her daughter's absence, which of course did tremendously, but more if she had moved on to a better place. A place where she was happy. And the guilt that it was her fault that Sybil had died, that had she made a different decision she would not be...gone.
She pondered this as she continued to make her way down the wide path.
Then she saw it.
A plain figure, with dark brown hair, dressed simply in white.
But that couldn't be, the entire household and village were still in mourning. She looked closer and saw the young women as she danced around the large lawn, and her face…it couldn't be. How?
She tried to move closer but as she did the young woman stopped and turned to her and she heard a small voice at the back of her mind.
"Stop, please. There's nothing you could have done, it is not your fault. I'm in a better place. Please, tell Tom what I told you. Tell Mary and Edith that I still love them. And tell Papa that he is not to blame. And my daughter, it's so wonderful to say that, please, tell her that I am always with her, that I loved her and still love her, more than anything on this earth and where I am, and tell her that she can be whomever she wants. Please. I don't have much time left."
"No, please don't go!" Cora whispered urgently
"I must, but remember what I have said. Mother, I love you. So much."
Cora began to run towards her daughter but the girl began to fade and as soon as Cora reached where the figure had stood the figure was gone.
Cora just stood there, the breeze blowing through her hair, not noticing when her hat flew away simply staring at the spot where her little girl had stood.
She thought she heard someone walk up behind her, half expecting it to be Sybil, alive and laughing. Joking that she had never left, but as she turned around there was no one there.
Suddenly the wind bent around her, as if she were being embraced by a hidden spirit. But as soon as it had begun it was over.
Cora began to make her way slowly back towards her home and smiled to herself, knowing that she had seen her baby. One last time…