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?

the paternity

One mistake could be an accident, but two? Two paternity tests linking her to the Fox family certainly implied foul play. Who was

as she quietly grabbed a toothbrush to

the Rowlands. They had

was too frazzled by Aubree's situation

Barnes had motive, and

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

But why?

true identity a secret

would have to consult

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

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

Max adjusting his suit. She was about

was from the sanatorium. Martha requested to

a

something had been off with him since the call the day before. It was as if he was trying to cover

dream. "I'll go to the sanatorium. Maybe she has something

hand. "Are you sure

"Yeah."

"Brielle, you're exhausted."

tired. Neither had rested properly in a long

"I want to go."

before, and there was