One is always told how there is nothing more terrible than losing one's child. That there is nothing that causes you greater pain. People always talk about the pain and misery your parents' death or an unhappy marriage brings you. But to compare those situations with the grief and sorrow of your child's death – that's, quite simply, impossible.
While I know what it's like to be separated from your family – your parents, your sibling, the country you have lived in your entire life – I have never, to this day, felt as alone as I feel now. Sybil. My darling Sybil. My beauty, my baby. She made me so proud. From the moment I first laid eyes on her I've been in love. In love with this beautiful little girl – and to call her my own! …Robert and I were filled with happiness and pride. Of course, the pregnancy did not come without its struggles. There were plenty of those. But nevertheless. Ever since I first held Sybil in my arms, I knew I couldn't live without her… knew that she'd make me proud no matter what …knew that she, like her sisters, had been a result of my happy marriage. My wonderful, wonderful marriage to Robert.
Robert… oh, how my heart fills with sadness… had he listened – if only he had listened – to poor Dr Clarkson: drowned by Sir Philip Tapsell's adamant sentiments… oh how he tried to talk some sense into Robert and Sir Tapsell… but they wouldn't listen. And Tapsell – a professional! A professional who fails to recognise Sybil's symptoms… how she'd been feverish, confused, hypertense – Dr Clarkson insisted that Sybil be brought to the hospital… but of course Sir Tapsell had to convince Robert that a Caesarean section was too great a risk… Robert – you fool! – should have known better! After all, I had been the one who almost died during childbirth, had Dr Clarkson not intervened… That man saved both mine and Sybil's life…
Oh, my darling Sybil! What am I to do without you? How can I keep on living with you gone? What is Tom supposed to do? And what is your daughter supposed to do, now that she has to grow up without a mother… I can't think clearly… I need to think sensibly… I need to make a plan. Oh Sybil! I will make sure that Tom and your baby will have a good life here… They are family after all… I suppose I need to talk to Robert… but no. I can't. It will be hard for me to look him in the eyes after tonight's events… so stubborn… so… so… I don't even know how to describe this kind of insensible behaviour!
Sybil, my sweetest Girl! You'd know exactly what to do next... but I am just so... helpless. So alone. Can I ever forgive any of them? Can I?