All Catherine and Marcello ever wanted was a baby. Little Camille, though--the embodiment of their happiness--would die in a hospital, struck by an indescribable disease, despite the doctors' futile efforts. But, how could one understand, and above all, accept such an injustice? After many painful but vain efforts to believe that their baby will never return, the couple slowly falls into self-pity, secluded in a candlelit house-turned-to-prison. In the end, by crossing out words from their dictionary like "irremediable" and "death", will Catherine and Marcello ever be able to accept life's only certainty, and get on with their shattered lives?
—Nick Riganas