"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.

as she squeezed her eyes shut,

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

didn't dodge. He let her vent, standing rigid as the sharp corner of a book struck his chest. He grunted softly but didn't take

pens scattered across the floor, leaving chaos

The last thread

it always have to

time she thought it was over, life blindsided her all

you're hiding him from me! You even put up

do now? Drag me here just to

to the cemetery today, were you planning to keep this

"I never meant to-"

a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "You never meant to let me go. We're divorced, but you're still using our son to control me. That's what this is,

Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

now. Nothing I say will get

listen. Tell

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