"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.

last room, Briony felt her final shred

He's gone.

He was never here.

as she squeezed

to the study, rushed to Stewart's desk, and grabbed everything within reach-files, pens,

sharp corner of a book struck his

pens scattered across the floor, leaving

breathing turned ragged. The last thread of control in her mind

always have to be like

it was over,

even put up a

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

planning to keep this a secret for the rest of my

"I never meant to-"

to let me go. We're divorced, but

apple bobbing as he swallowed. "You're

Nothing I say will get through to

her head. "Fine, I'll listen. Tell me

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