Beverly's POV

Before Grandfather's Death

I walked beside Bruce, feeling how worried he was. His grandfather was dying and Bruce looked like he might shatter at any moment. The machines beeped steadily as we entered the room, each sound marking time running out.

Bruce's grandfather looked so small in that bed. His skin had gone paper-thin, blue veins visible underneath like rivers on a map. But his eyes were sharp when they found mine, still burning with something urgent and alive. He ...