Briony listened to Irwin's sharp words, feeling nothing but numbness inside.

Maybe it was for the best. She wasn't Irwin's mother, after all. Maybe it was time to let things go back to how they should be.

She would step out of Stewart and Irwin's lives for good, and let everything return to its proper course.

Without another glance back, Briony turned and walked straight for the door.

"Briony "

A sudden fit of coughing cut through the silence.

Stewart's face changed instantly. "Irwin?"

Irwin was gasping for breath, clutching his chest as he began to collapse.

"Irwin!" Stewart scooped him into his arms, turning desperately to Briony. "He's having an asthma attack!"

Briony's hand froze on the doorknob.

"Mom... cough... Mom..." Even as Stewart held him, Irwin's pale face was contorted in pain. Despite everything, he instinctively reached out a trembling hand toward Briony, pleading, "Mom, I can't breathe... cough..."

Briony's grip on the doorknob tightened.

She squeezed her eyes shut, telling herself not to give in. Stewart was here—he'd make sure Irwin was alright...

"Where's Irwin's inhaler?!"

faltered, then

breathless boy, his eyes

all its earlier defiance. Now, he just

Briony's chest. Releasing the door,

after her, Irwin limp in

bedroom, Briony yanked open the top drawer by the

steadied. Nestled in

on the bed and pulled the covers up around

Briony didn't say a word,

cared for Irwin with quiet tenderness, something

a hand over Irwin's

Stewart called after her.

didn't look back, just headed downstairs without

hurried to

there. No way you'll get a cab

glanced out

but now the sky was heavy and gray, snow swirling through the biting wind. It was truly dreadful

grasp. "Don't worry about me. If I managed to

down

wakes up, he'll want to

Briony stopped, halfway down.

turned and looked up at him, standing at the top of the stairs,

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