Justine was relieved when her special child Mia died. She couldn’t bring herself to admit it, but at the back of her mind there was a silent sigh. Ridden with guilt, remorse and shame, yes, but there it was. She did cry at the loss, after all she wasn’t made of stone. Her husband was sad as were his parents but she was probably the only soul to be tormented by the very same thing that gave her relief.