Pansy made contradictory snort. 'Loss is loss, Millicent. It's no different whatsoever!' Leaning over she hugged the other woman tightly. 'She was your daughter. You may never have seen her face to face, but you loved her, and it's no crime to grieve her loss. You have to let yourself do that....'
She pulled back to look at Millicent. 'And it isn't your fault,' she added. 'I remember the thoughts I was having those weeks when I was afraid I'd lost Polly before she was born, and I remember the guilt. But this wasn't your fault. You're going to have to hold onto that....'