Credence's steady voice was like an antidote to Dorothy's craze. It shot into her guilt-ridded mind and calmed her down.

She raised her head dazedly, tears in her eyes. "Credence, you're here. Help me save Germaine, please? She's... Rosalie's going to strangle her to death."

"If I hadn't been in the hospital, Rosalie wouldn't have taken Germaine hostage, and she wouldn't have died!"

"It's all my fault. All of this is my fault. I am the cause of Germaine's death!"

At this, Credence frowned. He was worried to hear how Dorothy was blaming herself for everything, and he tightened his arms around her. "Shh, don't cry. Germaine will be fine...