Briony stared at the doors of the emergency room, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

...

Mary was gone.

She died on the very day her daughter was born.

The baby lay in an incubator, oblivious to the fact that her mother had left this world forever.

Maybe the newborn could sense the absence, because that night, she developed a high fever.

The doctors in the neonatal unit declared her condition critical.

Briony couldn't afford the luxury of grief. She rushed to the neonatal ward, signing a stack of consent forms for the baby's treatment.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the child's condition finally stabilized.

But Briony's nerves and emotions stayed stretched tight, refusing to ease.

Mary had no family left. For now, her body was kept in the hospital morgue.

Briony went to see her.

Mary lay beneath a white sheet.

Briony gently lifted the cloth.

Mary's eyes were closed, her face peaceful, as if she were simply sleeping.

of cruelty-how could she bear to leave her

had a chance to look at her baby girl, not even

slept so deeply

sobbing could bring her

missed Ferdinand too much, and

did Ferdinand have to take her

gently

Cold. Unforgiving.

never

...

Briony left the morgue, she looked up and spotted Stewart

across his face. "Bryn,

She looked at Stewart, her expression already composed, her

you doing

But as soon as I arrived at the house, Carol told me about Mary. I was worried about you, so

her distance. "I be busy with Mary's arrangements for a few days anyway, so it's good if you

coldness keenly, but

shouldn't overexert yourself. Let a professional handle the funeral. I

off. "Mary called me her sister. That makes me her family. I'll

pressed his lips

the energy to drag this out with him, not

Her voice was weary. "Once you have the kids, just go. My affairs are none of

you to wear

isn't something another woman's husband should

landed like a final

clenched at his side, a wave of sorrow washing over

a moment, he sighed. "Just... take care

quiet thank you, then brushed past him, heading back toward the neonatal

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