"I'm back in Northborough."

"What?" Cedric Clarke sounded genuinely shocked. "Why on earth did you come back?"

"I want to visit my son."

Cedric paused at that. After a moment, he replied, "You won't be able to get into

the Wentworth family cemetery."

"That's why I'm calling you."

Cedric let out a weary sigh. "Well, for Star's sake, I guess I'll just keep playing the part of the disloyal friend."

Briony pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

"I'll head over now," Cedric said. "If you get there before I do, just wait for me."

"Alright."

After ending the call, Briony turned to gaze out the window, her eyes dark and distant.

...

About half an hour later, the taxi pulled up outside the Wentworth family cemetery.

Briony paid the fare and stepped out into the cool evening air.

Her phone rang inside her bag—it was James.

for Rosita," he sighed. "But they were all taken down within half a day. Just like four

calm; she had expected this outcome. "That was just the appetizer. These days, Rosita not only has Stewart protecting her, but Garry as well. She cares a

"What do you mean?"

climb even higher,"

hung up. Moments later, she heard

saw Cedric Clarke getting out of

four years-if anything, he looked

"You look much better than you did back

a faint smile. "I owe that to your help, Dr. Clarke. I wouldn't be standing here

flatter me. I only helped you

softly but

the groundskeeper. But I can't promise he won't report this

nerve to come back to Northborough, I'm ready

in surprise. "So you're

eyes. "You know, I have help these

hesitating before asking, "I've wondered about this for four years. Now that you've reached out, I have

just smiled, giving him no

history with Stewart,

Briony said, stopping to look at him, her expression earnest. "It's just... sometimes it's better you don't know. You're already caught between Star and Stewart. That's hard

taken aback for a

walked together to her

headstone— smaller than any of

nearby. He watched as Briony bowed her head in silent grief. "He was a kind old man. He loved Stewart

lingered on the cold stone, noting that

know what he

voice breaking. "Every time I see Little Nina's bright smile, I can't help but wonder-if he'd survived, would he have looked like her? Would he have been just as

she whispered. "I was so useless. I chose to keep him, but I couldn't protect

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