Briony pounded both fists against the heavy iron gates, her cries echoing into the empty night.
No matter how loud she screamed, nobody came to unlock the door for her.
This was the truth.
This was the reality behind Stewart and Lorna taking her son away…
Darkness pressed down from above, thick and suffocating.
The wind was rising—an omen of the storm to come.
Still, Briony refused to leave. She remained outside the gates, stubborn and unmoving.
Upstairs in the study, Lorna knocked softly before entering.
Stewart sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the security footage on his screen. He could see Briony—still outside, bracing herself against the coming storm, showing no sign of backing down.
“Maybe we should let Carol talk to her?” Lorna suggested.
“No.” Stewart’s voice was rough, tired. “She needs to see things as they are. That’s the only way she’ll let go.”
Lorna sighed. “But her nerves are already stretched to the breaking point… Do we really have to do this?”
Stewart closed his eyes. “We don’t have time to do it any other way, do we?”
Lorna pressed her lips together.
He was right. Time was running out.
For Stewart, there really wasn’t much left.
…
The wind howled, rain beating against the tall windows in sharp bursts.
In an instant, the downpour was upon them.
Briony was soaked through, hair and clothes plastered to her skin, but still she refused to budge.
In the end, it was Carol who came out with an umbrella, trying to coax her inside.
“Carol, please, can’t you help me?” Briony pleaded.
Carol looked at Briony’s pale, drawn face, her own heart twisting. Still, she forced herself to keep her tone cold and distant.
“Ms. Kensington, I work for Mr. Wentworth now. There’s nothing I can do. Please… you should go home.”
“Carol, didn’t you see the way they’re treating my son?”
Carol’s expression softened, her voice tinged with helplessness. “Mario’s a good kid, Ms. Kensington. Everyone has their own way of raising children. I know it’s hard for you to accept how Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth do things, but when Mario grows up, when you see how well he does—you’ll understand they only want the best for him.”
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