After that day, Briony grew even more withdrawn.
Back when Autumn was looking after her, Briony would at least chat a little. Now, she barely spoke at all.
Sometimes she’d lie in bed, awake but silent. Other times, she’d just sit there, “looking” out the window, listening to the sound of the waves, lost in thought.
Both Autumn and Blair noticed something was wrong.
Autumn tried to engage her, searching for topics to draw her out, but Briony always seemed distracted, her answers scattered and unrelated.
Blair knew deep down that it was his secrecy that had shattered the last bit of trust and safety Briony felt.
He tried talking to her.
But Briony simply wouldn’t respond.
She shut herself off more and more.
At first, she’d just avoid conversation. Then, gradually, she slipped into a pattern of sleeping through day and night.
Blair realized she was spiraling.
After some inner struggle, he finally gave in.
This morning, as Briony woke, Blair walked in with her breakfast.
“You’re awake, perfect timing for breakfast.”
Briony said nothing.
Blair sat beside her, scooping up some warm porridge from the bowl and holding the spoon to her lips.
She didn’t open her mouth.
“Eat a little,” Blair coaxed. “Once you’ve had something, you can call the kids.”
Briony paused, caught off guard.
Her nose tingled as her eyes stung with sudden emotion. “Really?”
“Really. I promise,” Blair said, watching her eyes fill with tears, his own voice tightening. “I won’t lie to you again.”
Briony didn’t answer, but she parted her lips just enough.
A spoonful of the warm, comforting porridge slipped into her mouth.
Almost immediately, she frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Blair asked.
Briony swallowed, then said quietly, “Give me another bite.”
He obliged, feeding her another spoonful.
After the second taste, Briony was sure.
She pressed her lips together, silent for a long moment before whispering, “I can’t taste anything.”
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