'But, if she was sick because I was, and lost the baby because she was sick, then how can it not be my fault?' she asked. It made no sense. She'd made mummy sick, how could it not be her fault.
Harry's kisses were nice, and she suddenly wanted daddy there lots, but she remembered she'd not told him. 'What if mummy and daddy are angry? What if they want a better girl than me. Someone who doesn't make people sick.'