Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

It was a dream, so Brielle could only watch herself in a daze as she followed back to the orphanage.

Some records were burned, and she and Mark began to reorganize them. Sure enough, she forgot what had happened there.

Brielle didn't know why she had this dream. Startled awake, she rushed to the bathroom, her stomach churning, feeling the urge to vomit.

The sealed memories started to become clear: the records room, the fire, the girl her age who had pushed her out of harm's way and had perished. The girl said her last name was Fox, and she had a brother named James.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The fragments of memory sent Brielle into a fit of coughing.

Hunched over the sink, she retched. Her mind was filled with the image of charred bodies, the smell of the blaze still detectable in her nostrils.

After throwing up, she washed her face and looked into the mirror to see her eyes grow eerily calm.

The incident was indeed too shocking for a child. She had promised to teach that little girl how to knit gloves the following winter.

Who could have anticipated that that girlwould remain eight years old forever and never grow up?

"Brielle?" Max stood at the bathroom door, noting her pale complexion. He reached out to check her forehead. "You got a fever?"

Brielle shook her head, clutching her stomach. "Just remembered some things. My stomach hurts."

If the girl who died in the fire was the daughter of the Fox family, then who was Brielle?

were the paternity tests

tests linking her to the Fox family certainly implied foul

eyes as she quietly grabbed a

the Rowlands. They had

Clements? Andrew was too frazzled by Aubree's situation

Barnes had motive, and so did

her ran deep. He wished her to acknowledge her connection to the Fox family and leave of her own accord. Or perhaps there was someone else out of these families who wanted to target

But why?

her true identity a secret so dark it couldn't

she would have to consult with Mark

could investigate. After all, wasn't he trying to clear

James. Otherwise, the girl who died all those years ago would surely never rest in

up, she saw Max adjusting his suit.

was from the sanatorium. Martha requested to see

a surge of

sensitive to Max's moods, and she knew something had been off with him since the call the day before. It was as if he was trying to cover

down, exhausted from the dream. "I'll go to the sanatorium.

"Are you

"Yeah."

"Brielle, you're exhausted."

Max was just as tired. Neither had rested properly in a

"I want to go."

asked for her before, and there was something she