The taxi rolled to a stop just outside the gates of Southcreek Manor.

Briony stepped out, her hands weighed down by two large shopping bags as she made her way up the stone path to the house.

On the way over, she'd stopped by her studio to pick up the New Year's gifts she'd ordered online weeks ago, figuring this was as good a time as any to finally deliver them.

She pressed the doorbell.

The door swung open almost immediately.

Stewart stood there, lips pressed into a thin line. "The code hasn't changed," he said, voice cool and even.

Briony just nodded, gaze dropping as she stepped inside.

"Is Irwin still locked away in his room?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah," Stewart replied, glancing at the bags in her hands. "You brought him gifts?"

"New Year's presents," she said, her tone flat. Without another word, she started up the stairs.

Stewart lingered in the foyer for a moment, watching her retreat, then followed after.

Upstairs, outside the children's room.

open the

don't want your stupid presents!" came Irwin's furious

at all! Why did you lie to

Briony's brow knit together.

out at

being away on business

let out a silent sigh and raised her hand

holding out

face darkened when

along, why

and amused. "If you didn't come,

bristled, convinced Stewart was being deliberately difficult. But she didn't have the energy to argue. She snatched the key from his hand and

swung open, Irwin yanked his blanket over his head and curled up tighter on

my mom anymore! You're

my mom anymore. The

mother was Rosita, Briony had known, deep down, that one day

he was just lashing out in

one more chance to speak properly,"

turning to

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