Yvonne Shelby looked at Sierra, her eyes blurry with tears. "Sierra, you don't blame me?"
It was her fault she hadn't protected Candice Tate. Even if Sierra blamed her, it would be justified.
But now Sierra was saying it wasn't her fault...
Sierra Sullivan looked earnestly at Yvonne Shelby. "Aunt Shelby, what are you thinking? How could I possibly blame you? This was never your fault! If anyone's to blame, it's the people who took Candice Tate. How could it be you? It's not just me—even Candice Tate wouldn't blame you!"
'Candice Tate is such a sweet, considerate kid!'
She willingly went with those people to protect Kevin Everett and Yvonne Shelby.
'And yet, someone so sensible is being treated like this!'
'Those people are just too cruel!'
Hearing Sierra Sullivan's firm reply, Yvonne Shelby didn't feel any sense of relief.
On the contrary, she felt even more conflicted than before.
The less Sierra blamed her, the more she blamed herself.
