"Bryn, you need to calm down."

"I can't calm down!"

Briony's eyes were bloodshot as she glared at Stewart. "I just want to know where my son is!"

Stewart pressed his lips together, a deep crease forming between his brows. "He's not here."

"Not here?" Briony's voice rose, incredulous. "Stewart, are you playing games with me again?"

"I'm not lying to you. He really hasn't come back yet."

"I don't believe you!" Briony shot back, her voice trembling. "If you won't tell me, I'l find him myself!"

She spun on her heel and stormed out of the study.

Stewart didn't try to stop her.

Briony threw open one door after another on the second floor, searching every room.

No sign of her child.

She ran upstairs to the third floor.

She checked every single room in the house-even the maid's quarters, even the basement.

Nothing.

Her son wasn't there.

Briony felt

He's gone.

He was never here.

squeezed her eyes

to Stewart's desk, and grabbed everything within reach-files, pens, anything and hurled them at

corner of a book struck his

pens scattered across the floor, leaving chaos in their

breathing turned ragged. The last thread of

did it always have to be like

was over,

human? Our son is alive, and you're hiding him from me! You even put up a fake headstone just to deceive me! How could you?

you trying to do now? Drag me here just to keep him from

to keep this a secret for the rest

"I never meant to-"

you didn't,” Briony spat, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "You never meant to let me go. We're divorced, but

Adam's apple

right now. Nothing I say will

listen.

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