Chapter 95

Briony had a dream.

In it, she was sharing a holiday dinner with her mother.

Her mother smiled and praised her cooking.

Briony laughed, but tears slipped down her cheeks.

"Mom..."

Sprawled across the big bed, Briony's brow furrowed as her tears soaked the pillow beneath her.

She murmured restlessly, clutching the front of her nightshirt in pain, her suffering almost unbearable.

In her dream, her mother said she was tired, and from now on, Briony would have to walk her own path alone.

Briony begged her not to leave, but her mother only faded away into the mist that drifted across the river. No matter how desperately Briony called, she never appeared again.

"Mom!"

Briony jolted awake.

For a moment, as she stared up at the familiar ceiling, the world felt strange and distant.

"Mommy!"

At the foot of the bed, Irwin abandoned his toys and scrambled over to her side.

a bad dream,

looked at him, her mind slowly clearing from the

This was Southcreek Manor.

had she

her hands against the mattress, pushing

could barely recall-she'd gone down to the

after that was

and touched her damp cheek. "You were crying in your sleep, too. You kept calling for your

Briony gazed at him.

his young eyes was

was something in the set of his brows that

Rosita, a wave of rejection-almost revulsion-rose in Briony's

the covers, and

over

she couldn't stand to stay here

shuffled out of the master bedroom and made her

"Mommy!"

grabbing her hand. “Are

hand free, her

Irwin froze.

spare him another glance

ground floor, she

kitchen with a steaming bowl

Irwin,

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