Beverly's POV

I packed a bag after our fight and the sound of the zipper closing felt like a final punctuation mark on something that might not survive this distance between us.

Emma was already in her carrier and she made happy sounds while I gathered her things because she had no idea her parents were falling apart and therapy could not fix this one.

Bruce did not stop me when I walked out the door with our daughter and an overnight bag that might turn into something more permanent. He ...