My daughter, Viola Becky, is a hair's breadth away from being recommended for university, but my wife, Belle Becky, has other plans for her, making Viola a surrogate for the disabled son of her first love. I pleaded with her to bring our daughter back, to not let this decision mar the bright future that lay ahead for our young girl. But Belle dismissed my pleas with a wave of her hand. "I've found such a wonderful partner for our daughter. It's a blessing." Unbeknownst to her, Viola has already fallen into the depths of depression from the torment she faces. It is only after the news of Viola's death that Belle realizes her own ignorance buried our child's entire life.