"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.

the last room, Briony felt her final

He's gone.

He was never here.

back to the study, rushed to Stewart's desk, and grabbed everything

sharp corner of a book struck his chest. He grunted softly but

across the floor, leaving chaos in

breathing turned ragged. The last thread of control in her

did it always have to

it was over, life blindsided her

up a fake headstone just to deceive me! How

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

were you planning to keep

"I never meant to-"

me go. We're divorced, but you're still

her, his Adam's apple bobbing as

Nothing I

listen.

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