"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.

room, Briony felt her final shred of

He's gone.

He was never here.

as she squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back

back to the study, rushed to Stewart's desk, and grabbed everything within reach-files, pens, anything and hurled them at him in

He let her vent, standing rigid as the sharp corner of a book struck his

pens scattered across the floor, leaving chaos in

turned ragged. The last thread of control in her mind

have

thought it was over, life blindsided her all over

hiding him from me! You even put up a fake headstone just to

do now? Drag me here just to keep him from

planning to keep this a secret for the

"I never meant to-"

escaping her lips. "You never meant to let me go. We're divorced,

apple bobbing

now. Nothing I say will get through to

I'll listen. Tell me where

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