Beverly's POV

London swallowed us whole the moment we landed. Rain streaked the taxi windows as we drove through streets that felt both old and alive. Everything looked different here and it made my chest feel filled with something between excitement and fear.

Emma screamed through the first night. Then the second. By the third, I was walking circles in our temporary flat at three in the morning, bouncing her against my shoulder while tears ran down both our faces.

Bruce left before dawn ...