It was clear now-Ferdinand was never meant to be Briony's soulmate.

The White family home was always full of laughter and warmth, especially during the holidays, but Gwendolyn White's heart was never quite at ease when it came to Briony.

Though she wasn't Briony's biological mother, Gwendolyn cared more about the rest of Briony's life than Julia ever could.

Julia, for her part, was sweet and affectionate but had a childlike dependence on Briony. With her memories still hazy, Julia's state of mind had never quite matured; she worried little about her daughter, who was now a mother herself.

As the night grew late, everyone retired to their rooms.

Briony tucked her two children into bed, humming softly as they drifted off.

A gentle knock sounded at the door.

Briony got up and opened it.

Gwendolyn White stood in the hallway, her voice low and tender. "Are the kids asleep?"

and looping her arm

with affection, Gwendolyn smiled. "It's been so long since we've really

calm. "Shall

stranger to a glass of good wine, and ever since Briony had taken

about some wine?" Briony suggested. "A little red does wonders for the complexion and

agreed with

in the kitchen, Briony uncorked a bottle and poured the

so she quickly put together

help, and when everything was ready, they settled at the dining

draining nearly half her glass in one

Briony had become at this— she

but there was a new steadiness

you've figured out the world, it's hard to find real joy

much Briony had grown, but as she watched her-still so young at just past thirty, yet already resigned to

fast. You really

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