Beverly's POV

I agreed to meet Lucas in person because this conversation could not happen over the phone. His confession deserved more than a rushed response while I was still reeling from Bruce's letter and the choice in front of me.

We sat in the same park where we first talked weeks ago when he was drowning in grief and I was suffocating in my marriage. Children played on swings nearby and their laughter felt surreal against the weight of what we needed to discuss.

My heart raced. One ...