She couldn't quite meet his eyes. The pain in his voice was bad enough. She couldn't imagine going so far as to kill herself over someone, but then again, wasn't that what she'd done when Charles had died? She'd probably ODed a half-dozen times in those seven years. But that never brought her godson back from the dead.

"Mark, cure or no cure, I'm responsible for what happened t'ye," Quinn said softly, her eyes bright with regret. "I promise I'll do whatever I can to help ye. If nothing's found, I'll help ye end it, if that's what ye want."