Briony stared at Irwin, unable to believe what she was hearing.
Until today, it had never even crossed her mind that the boy she’d poured her heart into raising could turn on her so fiercely.
It had only been a few weeks. How could he have changed so completely?
“I hate you! I never want you to be my mom again!”
Irwin screamed the words, then turned to bolt for the door—
“Irwin!”
Stewart’s brow furrowed as he reached out and caught his son by the arm.
Irwin’s pet carrier tumbled to the floor. The little kitten inside yelped and fluffed up in alarm.
“Daddy!” Irwin threw himself into Stewart’s arms and broke down in sobs.
“Mom doesn’t love me anymore! Dad, I hate her! She doesn’t love me at all!”
Stewart stooped to pick Irwin up, then fixed Briony with a dark, reproachful stare.
His handsome face was clouded with anger, and his voice was sharp. “Briony, Irwin just got out of the hospital and the first thing he wanted to do was buy you a gift to cheer you up. He did it because he loves you. If you can’t appreciate that, fine, but did you really have to take it out on him?”
Briony’s breath caught in her throat. A wave of heat and pain rose from her chest, burning all the way to her heart.
She stood there, trembling, her slender frame barely able to hold itself together.
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