"That twisted?" Cedric Clarke whistled, shaking his head. "Isn't that just your clone?"

Stewart shot him a withering look, brow furrowing.

He instinctively glanced at Briony.

Briony's expression was calm and composed. "Since the kid's alright, I'll be heading out."

Stewart jumped in, "Let me drive you."

"No need. Stay here and look after the child." Briony turned to Cedric Clarke. "Dr. Clarke, if you're free, could we have a word?"

Cedric Clarke scratched the bridge of his nose, already knowing what she wanted to discuss-Stella.

"Sure," he replied.

Outside the hospital, in a small park, Briony and Cedric Clarke sat together in a gazebo.

Cedric handed her a bottle of water.

She took it with a polite "Thanks."

He twisted open his own bottle, took a long swig, and let out a heavy sigh.

Briony studied him in the clear sunlight, noticing for the first time how much weight he'd lost and the dark circles under his eyes.

no contact with

"I'd love to reach out, but she's blocked my number. I tried calling from a

frowned. "Why's it so

Cedric gave a bitter laugh. "I wish

to visit her

Cedric looked surprised.

told me more than once not to give you her address, but honestly, I don't think there's any deep-seated issue between you two-it's just a

"When

"Wednesday."

silent for

to come with me, give me

"Alright."

"I'll

her for a moment, then suddenly stood too.

stopped and

and Maynard-have you really decided to

Stewart put you

it at all—I just

not with Maynard like

relieved. "Good. I was worried you'd rush into something for the kid's sake

couldn't help but laugh. "Give

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