In the detention room with limited space.

After Dorothy had attacked Rosalie, she was in a good mood. She was cleaning herself in the bathroom. She brushed her teeth with one hand and placed her hand on her belly as she was now four-months pregnant. She smiled and hummed a gentle lullaby.

She had endured her resentment for so many years, and to let it all out like a surging wave in one night felt awesome. It was an awesome feeling, and it tasted better than delicious food.

She remembered that every time Rosalie suffered a little grievance, she would act weak and complain to Credence about it. Credence would...