Romilda understood that feeling of denial. The baby - the little girl - was so perfect, and would have grown to be as stunning and adorable as Ella. But it wasn't to be. "Sweetie," Romilda bit her lip, wishing she didn't have to do this, but well, she had no feelings to be truly hurt any more, and Justin and Pansy wouldn't ever need to be the ones to deliver bad news.
"No, there wasn't anything wrong with your baby. She was perfect, although she was just as sick as you were, and she had to go. But Ella is safe and well, and she needs her mother more than you know." She tried to get Millicent to focus more on her daughter, as she was going to need her to get through this.