There's nowt much ye can do.

Anne felt like her world was crumbling down and she began to sob uncontrollably. Ever since the wedding, she had held out hope that somehow she would find a way to save her sister. Sometimes her hope was but a flickering small flame, but it was always there and it made all of this somehow bearable, a little bit. Mrs. Blacke telling her so plainly that there were systems and structures above her power to change knocked the breath out of her.

"No! I have to save her!" she gasped in between her sobs. "There must be something that can be done."