Did you see it coming? Was it unfulfilling? (Klara and the Sun)

A sick child is a tragedy. Always.

But when Josie (such a likeable, relatable young girl) escapes anticipated death, I did not celebrate. I felt angry and disappointed and robbed. My morbid curiosity wanted her mother's grief-driven scheme (replacing Josie with Klara, an android replica, if and when she passes) to actualize. I wanted her haunted by her irrationality and jolted into seeking the help she deserved. I wanted our AF to be loved. But Josie recovers, and Klara withers in a junkyard.

And then I realized what I was wishing for: the death of a child. Awful, disgusting, I know. But I wonder if this emotional mess is what Ishiguro intended. Maybe, like Morrison's "Recitatif," there is a reverse experiment at play: one where we, the readers, are subjects, and our definitions of love, consciousness, and humanity are the test. Dumping Josie should feel no different than forgetting an old phone in a drawer. But it doesn't. And I doubt you think so, either.

Did anyone else feel disappointed when Josie recovered?