Beverly's POV

Maya had agreed for me to come stay here for a while. Her apartment smelled like lavender and fresh coffee. It felt like my sanctuary after weeks of suffocating in my own home with Bruce watching my every breath and movement.

The guest room was small but mine. I could close the door and sit in silence without feeling guilty about Bruce's hurt feelings or worried about triggering another argument we both knew would solve nothing.

Emma adapted quickly to the new space. She ...