Beverly's POV

The need to organize everything hit me like a freight train at twenty-four weeks. I could not stop moving. I could not stop cleaning, sorting, and preparing.

Every closet in the townhouse got reorganized. Color-coded, sorted by season and size. I donated bags of clothes we no longer needed.

The nursery was redecorated three times. First with neutral colors. Then I changed my mind and went with soft blues and pinks. Then changed again to sage green with white accents.

Bruce ...