Beverly's POV

I left Scotland early and made excuses about Emma needing me. The words tasted like lies even though part of me desperately wanted them to be true.

Jason walked me to the rental car in the morning while disappointment clouded his face. "I will not give up on you easily Beverly. But I respect that you need time."

Time. Everyone kept giving me time, as if it would magically solve everything. Like more days or weeks would make the choice suddenly clear and painless.

The train ...