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

Two paternity tests linking her to the Fox family certainly implied foul play. Who

eyes as she quietly grabbed a toothbrush

be the Rowlands.

too frazzled by

had

family and leave of her own accord.

But why?

identity a secret so dark

have to consult with Mark about the

was something Max could investigate. After all, wasn't

died all those years ago

adjusting his

sanatorium. Martha requested

felt a surge

was always 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

down, exhausted from the dream. "I'll go to the sanatorium. Maybe she has something

"Are you

"Yeah."

"Brielle, you're exhausted."

tired. Neither

"I want to go."

for her before, and there was