"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.

"But they were all taken down within

tone was 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 lot about her

"What do you mean?"

her climb even higher," Briony

she heard a car approaching

she saw Cedric Clarke getting

anything, he looked a little older, a little

once-over. "You look

"I owe that to your help, Dr.

me. I only helped you for

smiled softly but didn't

said. "I'll talk to the groundskeeper. But

"If I had the nerve to come back to Northborough, I'm ready to face

in

Briony said, meeting his eyes. "You know, I have help these days-someone powerful. Stewart may not be able to

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

just smiled, giving him

resigned laugh. “Fine. Given my history with Stewart, I suppose it makes sense

it's better you don't know. You're already caught between Star and Stewart. That's hard

a moment,

to her

down, her hand trembling as she traced the small headstone— smaller than any of the others. Her eyes

Wentworth is right next to him," Cedric said softly, standing nearby. He watched as Briony bowed her head in silent grief. "He was a kind old man. He loved Stewart very much.

that there wasn't even a photo on the

I don't even know what he

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

but I couldn't protect him. I don't know if he blames me... for saving

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