Bruce's POV

I slept in the guest room that night and the bed felt wrong in ways that had nothing to do with the unfamiliar mattress or the sheets that smelled like lavender detergent instead of Beverly's subtle vanilla scent that always clung to our bedroom.

The next morning I tried to apologize but Beverly would not look at me directly. She kept her eyes on Emma while changing her diaper, but she was distracted and moved like she was being programmed like I was not even standing in the ...