Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony stared at Carney and Gwendolyn White, her nose stinging as emotion welled up inside her.

Carney and Gwendolyn approached, their faces grave with concern.

"You really do treat your teachers like outsiders," Carney said, his tone tinged with gentle reproach. "Bryn, you've truly let me down."

Briony pressed her lips together, fighting back the tears threatening to spill. "I'm sorry, sir, I-"

Before she could finish, Gwendolyn White stepped forward and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Oh, sweetheart, don't mind your teacher. He's just trying to scare you, that's all. For the last five years, he's talked about you every single day. You're his brightest student. Seeing you struggle like this-it breaks his heart. He didn't mean what he said."

Wrapped in Gwendolyn's motherly arms, Briony suddenly felt every bottled-up emotion from the past days come crashing down.

"Mrs. Winslow, my mom... she's gone..."

Gwendolyn gently stroked her back, her own eyes growing red. "Don't be afraid, dear. You still have us. We never had children of our own, and if you're willing, we'd love nothing more than to be your family."

Briony buried her face in Gwendolyn's shoulder and wept, letting the grief finally pour out.

Carney and James stood nearby, watching the scene in silence, their brows furrowed with worry.

the funeral suddenly felt a little less lonely,

Briony still needed to go to Brightspring Hill to hold a memorial for

mom had once told her that Brightspring Hill was a sacred

knelt before the

were never really for the departed, but for those left behind, to help them

the prayers, a white butterfly drifted in from outside

its presence, Briony slowly opened

her fingertips for a few seconds. As her tears trickled down,

was only early January, and the city was still blanketed in snow. No one knew where the butterfly had come from. It circled Briony a few times before disappearing into the cold, gray

it, and in that moment, her mother's

And don't stubbornly try to find

the butterfly slowly

tears from

priest closed the

farewell, at last, had come to an

return to and couldn't stay in