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.

you open the

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

busy with work at all!

Briony's brow knit together.

lashed out at her like this

away on business had hit him

raised her hand

appeared, holding out

when

had the key all along, why didn't you open the door

eyebrow, somewhere between exasperated and amused. "If you didn't come, unlocking the door wouldn't change anything. What Irwin

deliberately difficult. But she didn't have the energy to argue. She snatched the key

his blanket over his

I don't want you as my mom anymore! You're a liar!

you as my mom anymore. The words hit

was Rosita, Briony had known, deep down, that one day he'd say something like this. She just hadn't expected

he was just lashing out in anger, the

you one more chance to speak properly," came Stewart's cold, stern voice from

turning to see

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