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?"

stepping out and

"It's been so long since we've really talked. I wanted a

voice was warm and calm. "Shall we have a

since Briony had

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

agreed with a

Briony uncorked a bottle and poured the wine

bit too bare, so she quickly put together a couple

was ready, they settled at the dining

nearly half her glass in one

how practiced Briony had become at this—

and gentle as ever, but there was a new steadiness to her, something cooler and more reserved beneath the

figured out the world,

was proud of how much Briony had grown, but as she watched her-still so young at just past thirty, yet already resigned to a life of work and raising

growing up fast. You really

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