“She was anyone’s daughter,” replied the Inspector flatly, “or son, or husband, or wife, or close friend. Don’t just think it was her who was a victim of these machinations; there were many more. These are the consequences you didn’t think about, these are the people you labelled collateral damage without more than a passing thought. In all these years you tried to save your husband… you killed your daughter.

Dinner at the Maharajah

Michael’s sigh was more protracted this time, “Like I said, mum and dad are a little bit ill, but they didn’t know at first. They always very much wanted a baby – a healthy baby – and… they could never really accept that they couldn’t.”

Shoulders of Giants