Beverly's POV

Bruce told me we were going for a drive. He would not say where. He just kissed my forehead and told me to wear something comfortable.

Margaret took Emma and Jane agreed to watch the twins for a few hours. I suspected something but had no idea what.

We drove in silence. Bruce held my hand across the console. His thumb traced circles on my skin. A nervous habit I recognized.

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" I asked.

"You will see," Bruce said with a small ...