Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The next morning, Briony set out early for the Wentworth family cemetery.

The last time she'd visited, the groundskeeper had already known who she was. This time, too, he simply nodded and let her through without a word.

Carrying two large bags, Briony made her way to her son's grave.

But when she reached the spot, her heart stopped-her son's headstone was gone.

She was certain this was the right place.

She remembered it so clearly-it was right next to Grandpa Wentworth's grave.

But now, there was nothing there. No headstone. Not even a mark on the grass.

For a moment, Briony thought maybe she'd gotten it wrong.

Setting her bags down, she pulled out her phone and called Cedric Clarke.

"Dr. Clarke, I'm at the Wentworth family cemetery," she said.

Cedric sounded startled. "You're at the family cemetery?"

"Yes," Briony replied, her voice quiet. "I plan to leave Northborough soon. Before I go, I wanted to visit my son one last time, but...I can't find his headstone."

There was a pause on the other end. "Maybe you should call Stewart and ask him directly," Cedric suggested after a moment.

Briony frowned at the hesitation in his voice. "Alright."

up and, with a deep breath, pulled Stewart's number out

phone rang several times

came his

the surface, "what

was a long

are you right

at the

"Our

patience snapped. Her voice shook with

playing these games? Why

grave. "I mean...the child buried there-it was never our

Briony froze.

you

to tell you soon. I didn't expect you to go to the

you've found out, come to Sunset Ridge

around her phone. "What does that mean? Stewart, what are

quietly. "He's alive, and he's safe." Briony's vision

He's alive.

Her son is alive.

Alive-truly, miraculously alive.

ran down the hillside, barely aware of anything but the hope pounding in her

the key in the ignition, and sped toward Sunset Ridge

she nearly ran a red light, but somehow, she made it there

the brakes, she parked outside the

to be expecting her.