"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 shred of hope

He's gone.

He was never here.

as she squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back

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

as the sharp corner of a

the floor, leaving chaos in their

The last thread of control

it always have

she thought it was over, life blindsided

from me! You even put up a fake headstone just to deceive me! How could you? How could you wish that on your

to do now? Drag me here just to keep him

gone to the cemetery today, were you planning to keep this a secret for

"I never meant to-"

meant to let me go. We're divorced, but

watched her, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

clearly right now. Nothing I say will get

"Fine, I'll listen. Tell me where

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