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.

would you open the door? I brought

came Irwin's

busy with work at all! Why did

Briony's brow knit together.

at her like

on business

sigh and raised her hand to knock again, but

appeared, holding out a

face darkened when she saw

along, why didn't you open the

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

But she didn't have the energy to argue. She snatched the key from his hand and unlocked the

yanked his blanket over his head

mom anymore! You're a liar! I hate you-” Briony froze in

as my mom anymore. The

Irwin's birth mother was Rosita, Briony had known, deep down, that one day he'd say something like this. She just hadn't expected it would come

he was just lashing out in anger, the sting

you one more chance to speak

turning

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