Inside the tiny fitting room, Briony stood frozen, her arms full of lacy lingerie she had no intention of trying on.

The space was barely three feet wide-cramped even for one person. But, as if that weren't enough, this particular fitting room opened up to a narrow staircase leading to a loft above a makeshift storage attic.

She heard footsteps approaching.

Sensing something, Briony looked up.

A figure dressed in black appeared in the doorway.

It was a man-black baseball cap pulled low, half his face hidden behind a mask, only his eyes visible: narrow, deep-set, and impossible to read.

He was tall. With two long strides, he descended the twisting wooden steps from the attic and stood before her.

The moment he appeared, Briony understood what Mary had been planning all along.

She stared at the man in front of her, her thoughts scattered, as if time itself had stopped.

still dressed

knew the world still believed Stewart was dead-he

here, in

Mr. Hoffman told him

a heavy silence, each

was Stewart

a weary sigh, and reached up to remove

familiar, nothing

someone else playing Blair. Or maybe Blair had only ever existed during that first

the mask,

He was scared, too.

want to see him.

calm now. Even as he

trembling with emotion. He felt a painful tightness in

say, and yet, he couldn't find the

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