Briony stared out the window as the sky loomed overhead, heavy and oppressive, like a black hole caving in on the world.

From her phone, the howl of wind cut through the silence.

A man's trembling voice, thick with tears, came through the speaker again. “Bryn, I'm sorry. Meeting me in this life has only brought you pain. If there's another life after this, don't let us cross paths again."

Briony's grip tightened around her daughter.

She said nothing.

Carl clung to the steering wheel, his eyes rimmed red.

Crystal held up the phone, uncertain what to do.

Even she could sense something was terribly wrong-how could Briony not know?

Yet Briony remained silent.

Stewart's voice came again, rough with emotion. "Bryn, I left a few things for the kids at Southcreek Manor. In the years ahead, I'm counting on you. Please, on their birthdays, take them there to collect what's theirs."

At the mention of the children, Briony finally replied, her answer soft and even: "Alright."

Just one quiet word, but it made Carl's tears fall silently down his face.

"Bryn," Stewart's voice was almost lost in the wind, "do you still blame me?"

Briony's lashes fluttered.

moment, the call

Crack-

sky, and rain came

battered the car in

The light turned green.

the Maybach glided forward, steady through the

phone disappeared back into Briony's

her mother's arms, sobbing, her cries for Daddy coming

unlike her a sign, perhaps, of something she could sense but not

close, silently

Mario leaned quietly against

him into her embrace as well,

sealed car blocked out the raging storm-and

before, at the long-abandoned pier, a violent blast

roar, reduced to twisted wreckage that tumbled

Nothing survived.

a distant high-rise, a man watched through binoculars, a satisfied smile tugging at

a sight he'd waited years

dramatic as he'd hoped. He

Maybach rolled

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